Thursday, November 13, 2008


, originally uploaded by tiny palpitation.

flop monster. one of her many nicknames. after breakfast she would pass out hard and it was always hard to get her to get up and into her crate. most mornings one of us would have to carry her lifeless body all flopped over, limbs dangling, and put her into her crate. we always enjoyed how comfortable she was with us.

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