Why the hell was I born in Athens, Georgia? I love the cold. Even as a pup, my belly girth and nascent, glorious pantaloons all attested to my deepest desires: swirling snows, frozen tundra - the crisp, chilly predawn air of the mountains. As soon as my monkey-people sprung me from prison, I headed straight for the closest equivalent! It just barely did the trick. HallieWednesday, May 2, 2007
North Georgia Memories . . .
Why the hell was I born in Athens, Georgia? I love the cold. Even as a pup, my belly girth and nascent, glorious pantaloons all attested to my deepest desires: swirling snows, frozen tundra - the crisp, chilly predawn air of the mountains. As soon as my monkey-people sprung me from prison, I headed straight for the closest equivalent! It just barely did the trick. Hallie
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Something this picture doesn't say, Miss Hallie, is that this little respite on the air conditioning vent was taken between moments of pure mayhem, ripping up the flooring of this same kitchen with your impressive, razor sharp puppy teeth.
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