The other day, as I was patrolling the grounds of my park, I caught the scent of day-old venison wafting in the breeze. Curious, I hopped away from my monkey person as nonchalantly as possible and descended down into a ravine, where I immediately spotted a dead deer. With that welcome feeling of wolf-hunger rising in my throat, I spied a loose flap of hide, torn from her side [THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH WAS CENSORED BY JAY BALL].
I give this walk an A+ ! Hallie
Miss Hallie
Me and My Monkey-Person Now
My Namesake
Hallie Flanagan Davis (1889 - 1969)
Gus-Gus AKA "Omega"
Monkey-People I Like
Captain Paul Watson
Mi Compañero en la Revolución!
Gidget, 1994 - 2009
"Keeping It Real."
Muse to Elvis
"Getlow," 1974 - 1975
Into the West
The Badlands, South Dakota
laika the cosmonaut
3 November 1957
Repose
Boozer
(Shaking paws with a local hominid, Shemya Island)
Car Ride
Recuperation
"Thanks to all of you who nursed me back to health." Hallie
"She Smiles Like a People," said Zain.
Me and My Monkey-Person Then
Pyramid Lake, Nevada
My (Beta) Friend Cleo
Friend Gwen
Jofi the Chow Chow
Mentor to Freud
My Purple Mountains, My Majesty
2 comments:
When I roll in long-dead squirrel, my monkey-person always gets a special look on his face. I think he likes the aroma as much as I do!
Your beta friend,
Cleo
That's just like Jay Ball...always censoring shit.
Censoring this!
Censoring that!
It's fucked!
Regards,
tji
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