Wednesday, January 7, 2009

If I don't stop picking my face


I'm going to the nearest vet and asking to be fitted.  I need one big enough that I can't reach my paws inside to avoid (more) permanent scarring.

p.s. I laughed at the caption of this photo "Amish dog".

p.p.s. Lemonade out of lemons realization:  I do have new concealer.

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