Blackie said that his mom was in a big hurry to make her breakfast today and she burned up the toaster oven! He said there was smoke and flames shooting out of it and his mom was screaming and yelling. Luckily his dad kept his wits about him and doused the flames with water. Here's the aftermath of the fire...
I'm jealous, nothing this exciting ever happens around our house. Well, every now and then my dad gets mad while he's fixing computers and he starts throwing his hat around. That scares the bejesus out of me and I run out into the backyard and I can hardly stand up because my legs are shaking so hard. Prow Prow kitty and Taz just ignore my dad when he throws his hat around... they think I'm a big wuss because I get scared so easily. Well, I can be tough when I want to be. I'm the only dog in the neighborhood who will stand up to the psycho German Shepherd that lives across the street from us. But that's a story for another day... Love, Ollie
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