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Nope. No idea how the fluff from the pilows ended up floating on the porch. Why do you ask me?
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Our Hu-Dad shares the latest updates on his writing projects, the books he's reading, and other details in random musings posted on his website. You can check out his novels there as well.
Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Hu-Dad's Novels
His books pay for our food!
At furst, I fought Frankie needed a blucking… and I whas looking at his fleuf. Now I realize I amb looking at unco-roberated ebidence.
wif lubbs from Little Reufus
Fluff? What fluff? I don’t see any fluff!
You guys have been framed!
Sam
I’m sure it was marauding squirrels, or maybe one of those rogue big dogs from your neighbors’ who did it!
That’s Typhoon trying to get big bro Frankie in trouble! ~ Kipnuk