My human just told me that Hunter is gone. I never experienced Mr Thompson's prose but am told there was a lot of insight there. I guess he was ready to go. Too bad. (Yahoo! News - Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide).
My van Gogh [(gokh'), as pronounced in The Netherlands)] human just completed three days of watercolor workshops and classes. He still can't paint but he thinks he may have learned something. We'll see. I asked again if I could learn to paint. He said he would have to check the toxicity of the paints first. He is always looking out for me.
May I paint?
We were on a walk this afternoon after the 'artist' got home. The skies were really neat, but I knew something was going to happen. I was ready to go home, like Lassie, when it happened. THUNDER! I do not like thunder. I ran home and hide in the closet. My buddy plugged in the D.A.P. It helped a little. I didn't hide and shake as long as I usually do. Ah, home sweet home.
Stormy skies. Beware!
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21 February 2005
GONZO IS GONE/DARK CLOUDS
Wuufed by Freda at 21:48
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Hey Freda,
I'm sorry you don't like loud weather. I do, but mom says that's because I'm "just a Lab".
We went to the park in the late afternoon to watch the storm but some rude dogs were there and I had to wait until they were gone before I could get out of the van. So I missed the rain.
Hi Freda,
I heard that thunder, too - - it was scary!
- Charlie
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