"best friends playing together"? The dog was doing fine by himself and then that baby came and spoiled all his fun.
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My new favorite: Brutus the bear
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Impressive beard
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Ugo Chan!
Look at him with his doggie friend walking. Ugo Chan is boss.
Ugo Chan is the most hard working Ragdoll in our vicinity. He walks with his friends, shop for the entire family, accompany his mom everywhere she can't go by herself, etc.etc. Finally, Ugo is shopping for his favorite food at a local Star market. Usually, he walks by himself all the way to the last intersection, then he gets into the shopping bag. Animal dives deeper as soon as he get close to the store. He doesn't move, he doesn't produce any sound. Cashiers suspiciously look at the big bag on the shoulder. Hm-mmm....
Ugo has a little bite right after he is done with shopping. He refuse to walk without a little snack. And his mother doesn't carry him back, she said that the animal is too heavy for her. Life is tough for Ugo Chan.
What a disgrace to all cats
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She’s no Ugo Chan.
Don't you dare compare her to that ...creature!
Aisha
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There was no flashing thingy.
She is evil.
Last night she was so cute — well, she escaped after I had called her in for the night (because I didn’t shut one of the doors upstairs. ) and when I realized, I went out to call her in again, and she was soooooooo slow walking across the street. And then she had to drink the water out of the gutter, and then I had to walk with her up the driveway, and she had to lie down on the driveway and roll around on her back and rub her cheeks along the driveway. I finally picked her up, and she squirmed like crazy trying to get down.
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