11-22-2008, 10:43 AM
Not only is Greg webmaster extraordinaire of our glorious forum, able to leap on that hand grenade of Zombie Strippers taking one for the brotherhood whilst his nekkid gf lies bored in the next room, carpentry maestro of Victory, soon to dominate America where every person has a sword, and receiver of trinkets from the stars like blades from Jolie, bathrobes from DonKEH! and sweatshirts from demons, not to mention Chucky heads, he is also the amazing confabulator of the one and only pomdoor in Fremont!!! All hail the mighty Greg.
Now if we can only get that friggin' pom to use it, life would be peachy. He peed before it this morning. I had a classic dog owner moment dipping my sock into the puddle half awake, wondering why it was damp. Was that a mark of ownership or a protest that we've abandoned door-person servitude? True, it's a tad tight for the furball, but I think the pom is rejecting the caulk odor. I've trapped the door with food and locked him outside until he figures it out.
Now if we can only get that friggin' pom to use it, life would be peachy. He peed before it this morning. I had a classic dog owner moment dipping my sock into the puddle half awake, wondering why it was damp. Was that a mark of ownership or a protest that we've abandoned door-person servitude? True, it's a tad tight for the furball, but I think the pom is rejecting the caulk odor. I've trapped the door with food and locked him outside until he figures it out.
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