Personal Space

July 3, 2013 / The Thundering Herd /

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personal space

When you live in a Herd, personal space is always at a premium.

too close

But, Cheesewhiz, this might be just a little too close.

5 Comments

  1. grandmasmad3ringcircus on July 4, 2013 at 12:53 am

    Good luck finding that personal space.

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  2. houndstooth on July 3, 2013 at 5:05 pm

    Something tells me that the personal space issue is usually a problem in the other direction…

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  3. Gracie on July 3, 2013 at 11:42 am

    OoOoOoOoO That’s a little to close for comfort.. I think a stand off is looming on the deck <3

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  4. Savannah on July 3, 2013 at 10:48 am

    Awww..Frankie you are so sad being denied your own personal space…try giving Q a push with your snooter…heh…heh…paw pats Savannah

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  5. Ice 'n Ayla on July 3, 2013 at 3:17 am

    Ayla sez: Poor Frankie — I think it’s called “Pay-Back Time”!

    Reply

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