Tuesday, November 2, 2010
This Time, it's Budoy
This time, it's his turn. Even though I see Pidong sleep like this almost all the time, I still find it funny. Then, it's even funnier to see Budoy like this.
Budoy is already four years old. He's away most of the time, but will surely be back for dinner, even if he's late. He has to have a handful of Whiskas in the morning and as a midnight snack. Otherwise, his chronic diarrhea will come back and you will pity him just seeing him suffer from it. He doesn't want to be patted most of the time, but takes his time to make lambing by brushing his body on your legs while he passes by you. We know it his way of showing his love. He knows where he has to sleep although at times, he'll try to seek new comfort in other soft sofas and beds.
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