After The Hunter held his rifle to The (light-fingered) Pirate, The Pirate felt as if he had to drink a whole bottle of Tabasco to steady his nerves. At least that was last night's excuse. This morning, he was passed out next to his friend, The Penguin, who looks as if he may have had a few sips of the sauce himself. The Dog, out on his morning walk, gave in inquisitive sniff to the Pirate's crotch, and clearly got a whiff of mischief, because he then went and peed on the rug!
The Dog was a gift puppet from my friend Lisa Celery, who found him in Prague.
How do you say, "Bad Dog!" in Czech?
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Bolavý Být v patách
(Love, Lisa Celery who will write a proper email tomorrow I hope!
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