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Amazing plumptitude! I like that he keeps his little white jabot and spats so clean (eyeing Bandicoot's beige and gray coat sadly). You'd never know B'Coot was really black and white, y'know?
Today's captcha: rotsm
Translation: Decomposes deliciously?
Poor ol'Bandicoot - Banshee, 'Toonya and Lucy are the same, not really into the grooming anymore. I've tried the wipes - they were DEFINITELY not into that - so now it's just a few swipes with a comb whenever they'll let me... Sometimes I get captchas and sometimes now - I wonder howcum??
Er, sometimes NOT...
In teh Coot's case it's an active searching out of teh dirt. He loves to sleep in mud or recently watered earth, gets annoyed when one tries to groom him, likes to "help" the on-staff (but unsalaried) gardener by digging with all his might in inappropriate spots, and is known for a tendency to lure baby slugs into his ample belly's ample fur, where they quickly asphyxiate -- a horrible death, I'm sure, even if slugs are evil eaters of my plantage. The little pig grooms himself occasionally but prefers being groomed by others, and the others have set limits on how much dirt they're willing to swallow. Come the warmer days of spring, I plan a haircut and baff, in that order.
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