If you could see the fireplace, this would make a lot more sense.
Shelby loved sitting and sleeping in front of a fire. He’d lay there until he couldn’t take the heat anymore, move to a colder part of the room to cool off, and then come right back.
All ready for Christmas…wait! Who’s that hiding behind them?
Our first Christmas in New Jersey. We only had a small apartment at the time, so our tree was ever so small. Still – in the immortal words of Red Dwarf, wherever you go, there you are.
The tadpole that never grew up.
Last summer, a department at my wife’s university were doing research with a number of bullfrog tadpoles. They were going to ‘dispose’ of them, so we brought one home. In the end, sadly, he didn’t make it. I’m not sure whether it was a lack of friendship, poorly/overly oxygenated water, or if he was of a weak disposition to start with. We were very saddened.
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