Saturday, December 19, 2009

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  1. One potato, two potato, three potato, . . . or, do we perceive some nesting behavior going on here? Krampus eggs? Proto-kittens?

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  2. The spudboy LOVES dirty taters. He laid on the bag of 'em like a hen trying to hatch 'em, and was very possessive of them. He doesn't get as much outside time now that it's cold, so I figure he just loves the smell of soil on the spuds reminding him of the great outdoors.

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