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October 31, 2005



I'm glad things turned out okay. Don't you love Animal Control phone answers? We once had a possum problem at my mom's place. Animal Control was like, "Not our problem." I believe they're not worthy of the title "Animal Control." Don't even get me started about when Pogi died. They were worse than worthless in helping my poor, grief stricken mom. They had *her* drive down there with him in the back seat. They are beyond cruel sometimes.


The house next door had a skunk go under it and spray...almost a year later and $70,000 in renovations and you can still smell it.

So, er, no sudden moves, no loud noises 'til you know s/he's gone.

I'm just about as helpful as Animal Control, eh?

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