Miss Praline has finally found (or not found) something to supplant her obsessive relationship with the orange ball.
She's being driven 'round the bend by the idea that there's something just under the roof edge at the back of the house. You can see the rows of brown pawprints on the house boards, and the exposed older white paint where she's knocked the current paint off. Delightments!
Here, Praline is doing her Spidey routine on the wall while Chuy is Schultzie and he knows nothing! Didn't see a thing. No sirree, bub!
5 comments:
Aw, she's just a leetle bit crazy!
But very, very cute, and that excuses a lot. :)
If you could bottle up some of Praline's energy and sell it, you would make a stinking fortune. In fact, put me down for 24 cases of the stuff.
That's a wild photo. :D
Might she be hearin' the dainty pitter patter of mice-y paws??
Yep, she's a JRT alright... :-)
Best. Ozzy. Ever.
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