tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29954222436262126532024-03-05T16:45:49.112+00:00The Professional PetThe musings of fluffy the... dog.The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-706403456714644362008-10-16T21:55:00.003+00:002008-10-16T22:27:34.151+00:00A Note from the Author...Unfortunately I feel the time has come for me to stop writing Fluff's blog, that's not to say I won't ever pick up from where I left off. My decision comes after realising that, while I love Fluff, I'm no longer enjoying writing this blog... I'm forcing myself to post and the writing is suffering as a result. I'm also studying Creative Writing at university which means much of my time is taken up by reading and writing that needs to be done for class.<br /><br />While it may be the end of Fluff and her friends (for now at least), it isn't the end of me! I am in the process of setting up a 'creative non-fiction' blog, which I will be co-writing. I'll post a link and once <span style="font-style: italic;">"Confessions of"</span> is up and running. I'll also be setting up a blog following my writing progress, from the novel I am starting (using NaNo as a kick start though it hasn't worked in the past), to work for my degree.<br /><br />Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this blog!<br /><br />Anne KThe Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-3449373339087295322008-08-24T19:13:00.003+00:002008-08-24T20:10:53.117+00:00Minty Fresh<span style="font-family: arial;">I'm back at school now, I had a great time at home! Iggy was very busy most of the time I was there so I spent a lot of my time in the garden with Mr S. and The Sheep, Minty. Minty still doesn't do much except eat grass but he is lovely and soft. Mr S. helped me to eat the Marmite crisps, they were a bit chewy but quite tasty considering they were well past the use by date.<br /><br />I have my flying exam again during the week, I hope I pass. Spike wants me to come with him to floor 513, he's sure there is something odd about the level but can't quite work out what it is.<br /><br />The school is still very quiet and Octavia is driving Spike mad, worst of all it seems she can't even remember what happened to her while she went missing.<br /><br />Hopefully we can get to the bottom of the mystery soon.<br /><br />Fluff<br /></span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-92084213114438371872008-08-08T19:08:00.004+00:002008-08-08T20:18:07.180+00:00Floor 213 and Other Very Bad Ideas...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Floor 213 was exactly where it was meant to be, always a good thing. I had a hunt around but there was nothing unusual, 12 doors along a corridor the same as the other levels. The end wall had a very nice dragon painted onto it (other levels are rather plain) but a painting never hurt anyone.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">I'm afraid to say I got rather carried away with my exploration and didn't hear the sound of claws clicking along the flagstones until it was too late. Luckily for me it wasn't a teacher who had discovered me, unfortunately it was Octavia. After several minutes of interrogating me she decided to hang around and I haven't been able to get her to leave me alone since. </span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />The next idea I had was to track down the source of the mysterious noise... which I still haven't heard. It didn't occur to me that you can't track a noise you can't hear, until I discovered what I assumed was it. Strange as it was there was nothing mysterious about it, it turned out to be cook honeydew snoring and she gave me a very long lecture about sneaking up on creatures when they are sleeping before returning to her cooking. This, I feel, would be a very good explanation for the charred dinners.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Tonight I am off to explore lower down, I want to try and reach floor 513 at least! Will have to give Octavia the slip, she's becoming rather annoying now. She still won't tell me what happened to her.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Got to go, I'm not meant to be in the Communication centre this late.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Spike</span></span>Spikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594019276331246722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-50697363654075077932008-07-29T19:23:00.003+00:002008-07-29T19:54:20.053+00:00Fluff was right?!?<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This is the first time I've been at the school without Fluff or Ruby. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Everyone </span>seems to have gone home. There are good and bad sides to this. With no one here I get more freedom, oh and there's no one patrolling the lower corridors. It also means there is plenty of Honeydew's cooking to go round... definitely <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> a good point!<br /><br />I went for a bit of wander around the school yesterday... OK I was being nosey and trying to see what areas I could get away with exploring. I won't explain exactly how I came to overhear Sulfire and another dragon talking (because I would probably get into a lot of trouble... and I don't want others to copy me), but I did. They were saying something about the dungeons being on level 1313 which means that a) you would have a lot of stairs to go down (could explain the missing engineers?) and b) it is a very dangerous floor to be on (floors with 13 in seem to like travelling). They were also talking about a strange sound (I haven't heard anything odd yet) and Sulfire was actually sounding quite worried.<br /><br />I have to say, I'm starting to think Fluff was right, something is definitely going on. I'm going to start my detective work on floor 213... if it's there...<br /><br />Spike</span><br /></span>Spikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594019276331246722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-54264783912069586642008-07-26T20:23:00.002+00:002008-07-26T20:46:57.216+00:00Pink Dragon Down<span style="font-family: arial;">The exam was a complete disaster! Spike, of course, passed his easily but I still can't stay off the ground for long. My wings have a mind of their own, nothing can control them. While attempting to perform a loop (it looked more like a headstand) I nearly knocked myself out on the floor. We have to pass basic flight before we can start level 2 and I can't even do half of it.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">I have 2 weeks holiday before I have to come back for summer flying lessons. That means I get 2 weeks with Iggy... I'm so excited! Tabitha may be able to visit for a few days too. I wonder what Mr S has been up to, I hope <a href="http://professionalpet.blogspot.com/2007/09/sheep.html">the sheep</a> didn't get him.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />Got to get myself ready for the <a href="http://professionalpet.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-off-to-school-i-go.html">P.B.T.</a> home.<br /><br />Seeya soon<br /><br />Fluff xx<br /></span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-83542416030761994732008-07-24T20:29:00.005+00:002008-07-24T21:06:06.712+00:00The Curse of the Missing Engineers...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">3 months ago a couple of rather worried looking engineers arrived at the school to fix the <a href="http://professionalpet.blogspot.com/2008/02/bullys-back-and-what-is-that-smell.html">heating system</a>. They haven't been seen since. I know the smell from down there was bad, but I don't think it would be enough to knock them out for that long. The worst part of it is they didn't even fix anything, it still smells awful! I heard a couple of the teachers complaining about the cost of the call out fee, £20 an hour for 3 months and counting... it's good job the school has a Treasure Hall.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm going to have to go down there and take a look myself, Spike will probably come too. First of all I have to get through my end of year flying exam tomorrow... I need a miracle for that.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Fluff x<br /></span></span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-91984454255080609092008-03-01T14:51:00.007+00:002008-07-29T20:01:51.433+00:00Fluffy is such a girl!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Honestly, she is a total girl. As soon as she hears about anything odd, she immediately thinks it's going to be an adventure. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Everybody</span> knows that DeathClaw doesn't exist, I mean come on, he'd be like absolutely <span style="font-weight: bold;">ancient</span> by now. Can't you just imagine it? "Oh my fiery breath, it's DeathClaw... Run! Oh wait, don't panic, he's forgotten his dentures."</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br /><br />I'm a firm believer the kitchens are down there, which would account for the awful smell. (If cook Honeydew reads this I am <span style="font-style: italic;">soo</span> dead.)</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br /><br />Before I go, I just want to say thanks to Fluff for letting me post here!</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br /><br />Spike</span><br /></div>Spikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594019276331246722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-12793318607742238602008-02-26T19:48:00.006+00:002008-02-26T20:15:22.520+00:00Anything for a bit of quiet...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I've had Spike complaining</span><span class="content"></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">about the fact I don't mention him enough when I post, he has a lot to say apparently. I've decided to let him post although I may regret it...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I overheard Octavia talking to Sulfire about a dragon called DeathClaw. From what I've heard of Dragon Lore since I got here, DeathClaw was a very powerful, very nasty piece of dragon. Definitely not someone you would want to meet. He was also the last recorded dragon slain by a Knight, Sir Patrick Farnell I think. The curious thing was Octavia was speaking as though he wasn't quite as dead as believed, we only have human records to go by so it is possible he just held his breath for a day or two. Come to think of it, Sir Farnell's history after that event is a little patchy, I wonder what happened to him. Anyway, Sulfire didn't seem too bothered and said it was probably just the <a href="http://professionalpet.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-off-to-school-i-go.html">P.B.T</a> back causing interference with her memory. I guess he knows best.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh and the smell is getting worse.<br /><br />Fluff xx<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-28719824190814908372008-02-16T14:45:00.005+00:002008-02-16T15:11:53.727+00:00Bully's Back and What IS that smell?<span style="font-family:arial;">You wont believe what a week this has been! Firstly the Head Dragon has tracked down Octavia and brought her back, personally I wouldn't have bothered but you know what adults are like about these things. We were all gathered together in a huge assembly hall (and I mean huge, there's a lot of dragon to fit in...) and told that we are not to wander around the school unaccompanied. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Apparently Octavia (although she didn't mention names) had a very lucky escape, whole floors can just randomly stop existing. The one she was on just went to another location (no one will say where though) and other than getting a pretty nasty shock (she hasn't bullied anyone for a whole week so it must have been bad) she is unharmed. So, exploring the school is out of the question... technically.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There is also a rather unpleasant smell coming from the dungeons. I didn't even know there were dungeons although that is quite an exciting thought. Sulfire (fire breathing teacher) said it was a problem with the heating system but I'm not convinced.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm going to keep my ears open for any information on what's going on down there and see if Octavia lets anything slip about her trip.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, I got an email from Iggy too, he say's all is well at home and that Tabitha has gone home now but has left me 3 packets of marmite crisps. I think they will be out of date by the time I get home to eat them. Do best before dates matter for dragons?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Seeya soon!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fluff xx</span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-89841249267994976982008-01-26T22:18:00.000+00:002008-01-26T22:46:00.433+00:00Missing Floors and Flying Lessons<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Thought I should let you know floor 213 turned up for a day or two so it can't be going very far. Unfortunately Octavia from class 4 was still somewhere on the floor when it vanished again. I say unfortunately although I'm afraid to admit I thought it was fortunate; Octavia is the biggest bully in the first year. I still plan to find out where it goes to, maybe I'll hitch a lift next time it appears?</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br>I mentioned when I first arrived that I was off to a flying lesson so I thought I'd let you know how they're going. Simply put, they're not. I think I am the worst flyer known to livingkind, yes the entire livingkind not just dragon- or mankind. There must be some secret to getting wings co-ordinated, mine just seem to do whatever they fancy. Spike is a brilliant flyer, he has even been put forward for the intermediate flyers classes. I'll be happy just to be able to hover more than a few seconds off the ground, I look more like a jumping bean than a graceful dragon. If anyone has any tips I'd be very grateful... flying exams are in a few months time!</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br>Seeya soon</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br>Fluff x</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br>P.S. Spike wants me to ask why most humans seem to think dragons are green? </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br>P.P.S You don't have to answer that, I think he just wanted to have his name on the post.</span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-64566550010069955192008-01-18T03:03:00.000+00:002008-01-18T03:39:59.389+00:00A somewhat intriguing discovery...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I must admit I took longer to update than I had intended which is due in part to the rather intriguing discovery I have made... or should that be, that I <span style="font-style: italic;">haven't</span> made? Before I explain what I mean I'll tell you about Spike and Ruby because they play a part in this discovery.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Spike is a blue dragon from Ireland, he won't tell me where exactly but I'm sure he'll let it slip eventually. He is completely mad (in a good way) and loves mashed potato. He doesn't live with a human family, he says he lives with the fairies but I'm not sure whether he is joking or not.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ruby is a red dragon from America where she lives with her parents (actual dragon parents) which is apparently very rare these days. She claims she is Puff the dragon's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter but spike says she just likes saying great and that she's actually only his great-great granddaughter. </span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, now for the exciting stuff! Last week the three of us decided to go exploring, I mean who wouldn't after hearing a rumour that Smaug's treasure is hidden somewhere in the school? We set off to the pit (that's what we all call the staircase because it has so many floors it looks like a bottomless pit) and started to go down the levels until we reached floor 13. More to the point we didn't reach floor 13... the floors went straight from 12 to 14. Stranger still was the fact that there appeared to be a gap where it should have been. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Most sensible dragons would have made a note of this oddity and carried on exploring the levels but we decided to find out whether it was all 13's that were missing or just this one. Unfortunately the next 13 is 100 floors down and of course when we discovered that one was missing we checked 213 which was also gone. By this point it was dinnertime and aside from the fact we had no idea how many more 13s we had the chance of not finding, we were left with the slight problem of a lot of stairs to go back up!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Seeya soon</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Fluff x</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">P.S Spike says Hi!</span></span><br /></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-92026804323648248832007-12-31T17:34:00.000+00:002007-12-31T17:43:39.438+00:00School, Glorious School!<p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Let me just start by saying never ever travel by PBT, I think my stomach has only just caught up with the rest of my body.<span style=""> </span>Ginger beer definitely does not help… some of that has just recently caught up too, not pleasant.<span style=""> </span>Anyway, I promised to tell you all about school.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The school is absolutely massive; I suppose it would have to be with over 300 dragons living there.<span style=""> </span>It’s hidden away under Loch Ness and its entrance is near the ruins of Urqhuart castle.<span style=""> </span>Two water dragons (Anessya and Elwyind) guard the loch as well, helps to keep humans away from the school.<span style=""> </span>Obviously I can’t tell you exactly how to find the entrance or how to get in, it would be far too dangerous for a human to know.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I share my room with 12 other first years.<span style=""> </span>It sounds similar to human schools, with everyone split into four houses: Earth, Air, Fire and Water.<span style=""> </span>That doesn’t happen until the end of the first year though, until then we are just classes 1, 2, 3 and 4.<span style=""> </span>I’m in class 3.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I have 2 new friends, Spike and Ruby.<span style=""> </span>They both share the same room as me but only Spike is in class three, Ruby is class 1.<span style=""> </span>I’ll tell you more about them next time.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>Apparently there are things hidden in the school, I’m not sure what exactly but I intend to find out!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">See ya Soon<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:arial;">Fluff xx</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-64931886082309502402007-12-07T15:35:00.000+00:002007-12-07T15:56:49.028+00:00It's off to school I go!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgW2UL_CsoddAu0fbM-gF5JOW84-Qhe-GfIWtyTneuBaxGzVUewe8cuHAuL42UvFMZJ7unAwhdksCEUMSvZOt9TPudsvAVvQyU6VDiWEkMG9EbQ1EnkKQkuneFW9mSrkzfHk4JYhdR8zx/s1600-h/htahbaoht.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgW2UL_CsoddAu0fbM-gF5JOW84-Qhe-GfIWtyTneuBaxGzVUewe8cuHAuL42UvFMZJ7unAwhdksCEUMSvZOt9TPudsvAVvQyU6VDiWEkMG9EbQ1EnkKQkuneFW9mSrkzfHk4JYhdR8zx/s320/htahbaoht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141255864084338018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Just thought it was about time I gave you a quick update on what's been happening. I managed to get my books through the Dragon School Bookshop, one was delivered here, the others will be waiting for me when I arrive at school.<br /><br />Speaking of school, I leave in a couple of hours! We have a second year dragon rep. coming round to escort me there. Flying is banned until we've passed an exam so we have to travel by something called P.B.T. Apparently it stands for Portable Bermuda Triangle... I think it's pretty obvious what it's named after. From what I've heard, it works along the same lines as the actual Bermuda Triangle although on a much smaller scale... It wouldn't do to have half of England disappear suddenly. I've been informed to drink lots of ginger beer, it helps with the effects of travelling via P.B.T and also (according to <span style="font-style: italic;">How to avoid...</span>) is an excellent dragon breath freshener.<br /><br />The school has all the latest gadgets so I'll be able to carry on posting from my room, just think, my very own scratch/claw proof computer! Anyway, I have to go and finish packing the last of my things, I'll post again as soon as I've settled in and tell you all about the school. I'm so excited I could sing... if only my vocal cords were designed for it.<br /><br />See ya soon,<br /><br />Fluff xx<br /></span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-87410212221466822602007-11-30T17:35:00.000+00:002007-12-07T16:01:21.018+00:00The Art of Fire<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I forgot to e-mail the school but it would seem Dragon School isn't actually optional, I just received a letter anyway, saying that I have now been enrolled. I got sent a reading list as well, where on earth do you by books for dragon school? The big bookshop in town thought Iggy was joking when he asked if they could get </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >The Art of Fire: Combustible Snot for Beginners</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">. I think there must be an online bookshop, I'll have to check. </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Other books included were:</span><br /></span><ul style="font-family:arial;"><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >A Brief History of Mankind</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> (apparently only 4 pages long)</span></li><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >A Concise Overview of Dragonlore</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> (10 Books! Not pages, whole books!)</span></li><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Humans - Friend or Food?</span></li><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >How to Avoid Hero Breath, and other useful tips.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know what the lessons will include but I'm starting to look forward to it now, not long to wait!</span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-41213624731870518712007-11-11T22:05:00.000+00:002007-12-07T16:00:53.231+00:00Whatever next?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Three days ago the strangest thing yet happened... a letter arrived. For me. It came though the letterbox with all the other post, it was a bit warm and scorched several bills but no one really minded that. Anyway, it cleared up any of the doubts I may have had about my identity I can tell you. This is the letter:</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMEALMkblHgyThvk-yTMlL5aejyg1EKKb3O06wcGlm8nE1BkqXecICtE0ad5UoTHy6MEz-3LVDFgj_9bE8rQc2cpEJH5UBctNM3bODtg-gg0x_vR1_SXyE3WfgYmZZf9BpPY0WfZdjQVR/s1600-h/dslet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMEALMkblHgyThvk-yTMlL5aejyg1EKKb3O06wcGlm8nE1BkqXecICtE0ad5UoTHy6MEz-3LVDFgj_9bE8rQc2cpEJH5UBctNM3bODtg-gg0x_vR1_SXyE3WfgYmZZf9BpPY0WfZdjQVR/s400/dslet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131709147953796722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So you see, it's official. I am a dragon. A snot combusting, firebreathing, purple scaled, sharp clawed, large winged, highly intelligent dragon. I'm not to sure what this dragon school is though, I don't think I'll apply I like it here with Iggy.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fluff x</span></span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-85505979020330434492007-10-22T18:43:00.000+00:002007-10-22T19:30:15.681+00:00Mad dogs and crazy Englishmen<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Tabitha is still staying with the family so my Marmite crisp supply is still good although she decided chocolate spread wasn't good for me. Is chocolate spread good for anyone?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The sheep continues to do... not a lot. I very nearly (accidentally I hasten to add) barbecued it but it happened to move just as I sneezed so the disaster was averted. I think Mr S. may have spent too much time observing it, it seems to be quite attached to him.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Iggy had his friend round to visit for the last 2 days and I have to say he is the strangest boy I have ever met (not that I've met that many). He agreed with Tabitha that I am not a dog, which is an acceptable assumption and I too have been wondering this. It was after this that he got strange, perhaps even a little mad (the crazy, nutty, lost your marbles kind of mad). We were sat in the kitchen, myself, Tabitha, Iggy and his friend Max. Tabitha was feeding me Marmite crisps and Max was staring at me with a slightly horrified expression (not everyone likes marmite so I wasn't alarmed). "Where did you say you got it?" he asked Iggy. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >It? It?</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Whatever next</span>.<br /><br />"Dunno really, she just sorta turned up one day, she looked a bit of a mess so we took her in." <span style="font-style: italic;">I can't really remember much about how I ended up here but I'm sure I could never have looked a mess</span>!<br /><br />"You know she's not a dog right?" <span style="font-style: italic;">I stared at him and he made a weird squeaking type noise I wasn't aware humans made.</span> "She's a... erm... a... You have a pet dragon!"<br /><br />I couldn't help it... I honestly tried not to but I laughed. Somehow the laugh triggered some sort of nasal combustion again and the beautiful flowers in the middle of the table weren't quite as beautiful any more. When I tried to point out that dragons are not real Max fainted. I'm hoping it was due to shock rather than my breath but Tabitha gave me a mint just in case.<br /><br />I can't be a dragon can I? I mean... they don't exist! I'm so confused.<br /><br />Fluff x<br /></span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-85279297295075767672007-09-26T20:34:00.000+00:002007-09-26T22:55:06.197+00:00Is it a cloud, is it a plane, no it's... really boring<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, I'm a bit concerned about The Sheep. It started making some very odd sounds earlier, a sort of 'blarghhhhhhh'. Is it normal for them to do that?<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I did a bit of research about sheep. Apparently you can tell how old a sheep is by looking at it's teeth. I wonder if that works for humans too? Can't say I'd like to stick my paws in their mouth though. I tried with Iggy but he didn't think much of the idea. I also found out that they run when they are afraid, so The Sheep is either very brave or very stupid because so</span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL51YQ09O0hYOLEA9QAo8Pvz9rYy99iVWs91lfyIcuu0rVz8r0bGvBnWWdTFFeisdij1h86soPE5gZrXa8rDkD5ITF78z_I_JjkjMkZ_Eq1aA229Mp3zysy9faqsIAgZLbdSzWUOQo5O-_/s1600-h/Tabitha.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL51YQ09O0hYOLEA9QAo8Pvz9rYy99iVWs91lfyIcuu0rVz8r0bGvBnWWdTFFeisdij1h86soPE5gZrXa8rDkD5ITF78z_I_JjkjMkZ_Eq1aA229Mp3zysy9faqsIAgZLbdSzWUOQo5O-_/s320/Tabitha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114620242462448130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> far I've only seen it move to go to the loo and to eat. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm going to go with very stupid.<br /><br />And now for Tabitha! That's her on the right, she's Iggy's cousin but she is staying with the family for a while because of some decorating at home. She's only 4 and sometimes thinks it's fun to pull my tail. I don't mind because she feeds me chocolate spread and Marmite crisps (not at the same time though because that would be disgusting).<br /><br />She likes to dress up and told me this morning that I'm not a dog. Coming from a girl who says she's a dragon I wasn't too worried, we all know dragons don't exist.<br /><br />Oh, I even managed not to set fire to anything today, or melt anything and I haven't stuck my claws through anything important, yet. I better go before I do.<br /><br />Fluff x<br /></span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-51455740398583814382007-09-25T16:28:00.001+00:002007-09-25T17:12:37.276+00:00The Sheep<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">This is The Sheep. Iggy says it should be called Minty, which I'm sure probably isn't very nice.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9KHenmLMOy0UwKXfeLR1tdHkbTc0jhct53N-T6xSmS_D26cgRSnyKpJWrlXtps8dwmszpFP29BHOdXzWIgUSRQIEET3zVfqEHlB3oes0OMj2AxAD-9FzSpDQXvleOYXx7NE6Hq_rAlds/s1600-h/lamb2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9KHenmLMOy0UwKXfeLR1tdHkbTc0jhct53N-T6xSmS_D26cgRSnyKpJWrlXtps8dwmszpFP29BHOdXzWIgUSRQIEET3zVfqEHlB3oes0OMj2AxAD-9FzSpDQXvleOYXx7NE6Hq_rAlds/s320/lamb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114190445085137394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, Mr S informs me that all it seems to do is eat and poop. Nothing at all sinister has happened, nothing even vaguely shocking. Oh, except for the smell, it certainly shocked me. I'm not sure it was the sheep though because Mr S went strangely quiet as it wafted past, which is quite unlike him.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know much about sheep. I think I'll do some research, that way I'll be ready for it's attack. It's my turn for watch duty in a moment so I'll have to go. I'll let you know how it went tomorrow. Oh, I said I'd tell you about Tabitha... I don't have time now so I'll dig out a picture for tomorrow and tell you about her then as well!</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Fluff x<br /></span></span>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-13170377687696076912007-09-21T12:50:00.000+00:002007-09-21T13:43:09.417+00:00Ooops I did it again... and again... and again...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ok, firstly I want to explain why it's taken so long for me to post. There are a few reasons behind this absence:</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />1. The combustible snot. After accidentally discovering how flame retardant most of the house furniture </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >wasn't</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">, it was decided that it may be better if I didn't have access to the rather expensive computer. I can see the logic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />2. The growing. I've been growing... a lot. I spent 2 days stuck in the dog house backwards before Iggy realised I wasn't sulking but actually wedged so tightly that I was in danger of gassing myself if I farted. Wouldn't like to think what would happen if I sneezed too. Incidentally, claws are extremely difficult to type with, if you press too hard you can actually impale the keys on them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />3. The new pet. I'm not too sure what it is but it isn't a dog. Or a cat. Iggy says it's a sheep but I'm not convinced. It's all fluffy and 'cute' looking (Tabitha's description, certainly not mine) and makes strange noises. It doesn't appear to have a brain although I assume it does and I trust it even less than Mr S.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The move to the new site is also postponed, Iggy assures me he'll 'get round to it', he just doesn't want me to melt his PC.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Now for the news, Mr S and I have called a truce. Since the arrival of The Sheep we have been united in our mistrust and have set up a strict watch rota. If this so called sheep makes one wrong move we'll know about it... unless Mr S falls asleep again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh and if you were wondering wh Tabitha is I'll explain all next tim. I hav t g nw, Iggy's cming and I hav tw lttrs stuck t my claws.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fluff x</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">P.S. I wasn't hr, yu didn't just rad this...</span></span><br /></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-61699328938701175062007-06-21T20:40:00.000+00:002007-06-21T20:50:31.193+00:00Not gone.... just moving :)Yes, I know I've been gone for a while but it's not because of anything sinister. I'm going to be moving to a shiny new website, once Iggy has finished messing around with it that is. I'll soon be back to keeping you lovely people updated on my progress and the deviousness that is Mr S! Believe me, there is a lot to catch up on... especially my accident with the the tv remote, hehe.<br /><br />Back Soon!<br /><br />FluffThe Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-46704803920349698662007-02-27T20:16:00.000+00:002007-03-07T22:33:17.648+00:00Spontaneous Combustion and Spit Roast Snuggles<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Things have been pretty busy for the last few weeks. What started as a bad case of smoking hiccups has resulted in something far more worrying. It would seem I now have a cold although it is a far more violent one than usual and not particularly cold. It all started about a week after the trip to the vet, while I was attempting to continue my revenge on Mr S. I decided that my next trick would be to add some chili powder to his 'secret' stash of cat crunchies. This would have been perfect, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what I had done because he shouldn't have a secret stash (he's been put on a diet, hehe).<br /><br />Anyway, all would have gone smoothly if Mr S hadn't decided to reappear from his morning wander at the exact moment I opened the chili powder. In my rush to get the job done quickly and remove any evidence that would alert him to what I'd been up to, I knocked the powder over and ended up wearing a fair amount of the stuff. As you can imagine, chili powder isn't something that will pass unnoticed with my new colours and so I made a disastrous mistake... I tried to blow the stuff off.<br /><br />Mr S noticed me hidden under the hydrangea and started to come over (to be honest, with the amount of noise I was making after inhaling chili powder I may as well have placed a neon sign over me). Just as he reached me the chili powder managed to find its way up my nose and made me sneeze. Unfortunately for Mr S it was also at this point that my hiccups disappeared and I spontaneously combusted (well, the contents of my nose did at least). Instead of covering him in the delights of my nasal cavities I set fire to his tail and singed his whiskers. Mr Snuggles threw himself into the pond, panicked because he can't swim and then realised he could still reach the bottom. Knowing what's good for me, I gathered up as much chili powder as I could and ran.<br /><br />The incident was ignored, Iggy said that because I'd been unfairly punished for caticide already it was only fair that I wasn't held responsible this time as it was an accident (I didn't mention the chili powder). Since then though I have been sneezing a lot and each time the sneeze is catching fire with more and more strength. So far I've managed to hide the new problem from the family but I'm running out of room to hide the things that get burnt. They're sure to notice the rather large hole in the curtains before long!<br /><br />Combustible snot, what on earth will happen next?<br /><br />Fluff<br /></span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-12752679204016431752007-02-18T19:30:00.000+00:002007-02-18T22:44:19.115+00:00All Change...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Strange things are</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> happening lately, first on the list is my fancy new colour. Gone is the golden tinge, replaced by a (rather fetching I </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">must</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > say) white and purple. As it turns out I'm also f</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgblsJToFl3yhz-xaime9BZjVppP7nShb5Rkf-qX8IORRoS1UbUpg08hEOPM4MGiBx3hycdU6K1TvO83McAkDpNOQ0uJ7EqPBCok5kvrY1iizdppi7OC1N8T28yfXX9ESiILLFDOKa-QBOO/s1600-h/fluffy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgblsJToFl3yhz-xaime9BZjVppP7nShb5Rkf-qX8IORRoS1UbUpg08hEOPM4MGiBx3hycdU6K1TvO83McAkDpNOQ0uJ7EqPBCok5kvrY1iizdppi7OC1N8T28yfXX9ESiILLFDOKa-QBOO/s320/fluffy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032982507028549666" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >emale, which is probably just as well with my new colouring. Iggy decided he wanted a professional pet portrait of me</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > so we went for a trip into town yesterday. This is me (on the left) with my new look. Not sure what made me change colour, I didn't think that this kind of thing happened to dogs.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Second strange thing was when I got the hiccups. Doesn't sound too odd I know, but I'm sure normally you don't hiccup smoke... I know I never have in the past. It was because of this that I was taken on a trip to the vets, which was where the third thing occurred.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I sat with Iggy and his mum in the waiting room at the vets, on my best behaviour of course. No one seemed to take any notice of me but I didn't mind, it meant I could relieve myself under the chairs without being spotted... I knew I shouldn't have finished the whole bowl of water before we left. When we finally made it in to see the vet I was lifted onto the table. I felt quite nervous by this time, the room had posters off all sorts of evil looking bugs and things that live on pets.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, the vet walk</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2TkJN5n6M5nAxRxvP5l57x6aT_kCU3vWxOd-m3QwlWC8ZF6jfZHx_0ItNJAwda9NU7FJw5tGinsOlVIyp5azaf9t3xcKAq9jaa830OPffdpNGFepTwFwmZEKsU9-Blqp0oPVUNx3Iqh1/s1600-h/fluffy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2TkJN5n6M5nAxRxvP5l57x6aT_kCU3vWxOd-m3QwlWC8ZF6jfZHx_0ItNJAwda9NU7FJw5tGinsOlVIyp5azaf9t3xcKAq9jaa830OPffdpNGFepTwFwmZEKsU9-Blqp0oPVUNx3Iqh1/s320/fluffy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033002968252747826" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ed in and started to say, "So what can I do for fluffy today..." before promptly</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> screaming and running out of the room. I had a quick sniff in case I'd </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">a</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ccidentally farted or something but I can assure you I hadn't. Iggy told me tha</span><span style="font-family:arial;">t this wasn't typical vet behaviour and that usually it was in fact the pets that would scream and run. I have to admit this made me feel even more nervous. The vet never returned, instead a nurse came in and said she was sorry but the surgery didn't deal with exotic pets.<br /><br />I don't think I'll venture out too far again and just stick to the garden. Nothing there seems too alarmed by my presence, except for Mr S. next door who always seems slightly apprehensive when he sees me. I think that could be because I swapped his dish of milk for glue a week ago, hehe.<br /><br />I wonder how long I'll be stuck hiccuping smoke... hope it isn't a sign I'm about to spontaneously combust.<br /><br />Fluff<br /></span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-48583402404971049982007-02-01T21:35:00.000+00:002007-02-01T23:02:27.468+00:00Unexplained Absences<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You may have noticed my absence for the past month (you may not have or alternatively you may not have cared). While to you this absence would appear unexplained, there is of course a very sensible explanation. Due to my 'unruly behaviour' early last month I was exiled to the dog house (which was purchased shortly after my last post). What was this terrible behaviour of mine? I ate next doors cat. Obviously I didn't really eat the cat but that is the crime I was reprimanded for none the less. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">It was on the 3rd of January when the event in question occurred. I had been routing through the bins... I mean, I had been sniffing for foxes round the bins when a scream came from next door. This was nothing unusual, the woman next door often screams, I think she likes to exercise her lungs or something. It could be because of the mice the cat takes in now I come to think of it, they don't always look like they are ready to be cat food. Anyway, this time I knew something was amiss, it may have been something to do with the shouts of 'That damn dog' (What she actually said can't be repeated in polite society... well in any society). </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">And that's when it happened, I was accused of caticide. I admit there was 'evidence' but (I thought) it was obvious to anyone that it was fake, a set up. I was wrong. The cats collar surrounded by bones was enough to convince everyone that I was guilty. My suggestion that the bones were far too small to belong to a cat were ignored, 'why would Mr Snuggles' collar be amongst bones if they weren't his?' I was far too taken aback by the Mr Snuggles bit to suggest that they could have belonged to his breakfast and that he was in fact far more intelligent than anyone thought (myself included).</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">After Iggy's mum managed to calm the woman down with a nice cup of tea (the miracle cure), my punishment was discussed and everyone agreed that I should be exiled to the garden (there was no longer the fear I would eat the cat because I already had, even though I hadn't). And so my punishment began, even the weather seemed to have it in for me with the wind and rain, even snow one morning. I have to admit, towards the end of the month I was beginning to wonder what actually had happened to Mr Snuggles (heehee, still have to chuckle at that name). When the woman next door appeared this morning I didn't know whether to be thankful or angry. In her arms, with the smuggest look you've ever seen, was the one and only Mr S. Collarless but in one piece and with all his bones in their rightful places, he'd been tucked up in a pile of blankets in the garage with two boxes of cat crunchies. A well thought out scheme, too well thought out.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Once again I am allowed indoors and have received an apology from everyone except the pair next door. World domination is no longer a priority, in fact, world domination is cancelled. Mr S, this is war.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Fluff</span></div><div align="justify"></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-78882700453159303502006-12-29T12:46:00.000+00:002006-12-29T15:43:25.746+00:00Turkey, Cats and World Domination<span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013960039009857218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="269" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwAbd1fsIeYFQlhd0EPun_GR-HpDMj7D5rKvCayIMtHPCWDKh5m5VNx0irJNXZQbNR8vm1xh2m5hwwlkLKiP4GmbPJoaoqad3wNwurM_YLBt0l32dLvpQDJ1A6ASdFT_XT9S1TRFi5ULe/s320/iggy.jpg" width="236" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">So I was thinking, I can't just keep saying 'My Owner'... well I could but that would just be stupid, he has a name so I may as well use it. Besides, he hates his name almost as much as I hate mine. I kid you not when I tell you his name is Ignatius Snoxall. That's him on the right by the way, he's 13. That's enough about Iggy though, you want to read about me not him. Who can blame you? I'm far more interesting than any human even if I do say so myself. </span><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><p>I sometimes contemplate world domination. I'd be good at that, though being of dubious existence I'm not entirely sure it would work. I was going to give it a try over this holiday you call Christmas but it looks like the turkeys beat me to it. Poor things, they must have gone wrong somewhere in their strategy because it seems that most of their population was overcome. You humans even cooked them and served them for Christmas dinner, no doubt a warning to any fellow turkeymen that may be left. I'm still eating the leftovers you know, Iggy declared it was no longer fit for human consumption and promptly put it in my food bowl, charming. Still, it's better than sprouts. I had more wind than a brass band after a couple of those.</span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><p>I fancied a change from turkey yesterday, but apparently eating the next door neighbours cat isn't the polite thing to do. I tried to tell them it was okay, I'm not polite but they didn't listen. I was sent to the dog house as punishment until they remembered we don't have one. They sent me to Iggy's room instead, I think they were worried I'd eat the cat if they sent me outside.</span></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I think I'll try world domination in June, June's a good month don't you think?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Fluff</span> <p></p></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995422243626212653.post-30897517369126810642006-12-28T00:06:00.000+00:002006-12-29T15:40:19.769+00:00Fluffy by name but not by nature...<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lets start with the basics, my name is Fluffy and I live with a family in England. Yes, I'm a pet and I'm still pretty much a baby as you can see from my picture. Most people comment on my name because, well, I'm quite clearly the least fluffy thing you are ever likely to see. Lets be honest, a mouldy carrot has more fluff than me! Why am I called Fluffy then? My owner thought it would be funny... I didn't agree. I wiped the smile off his face when I left a little present on his bed though, hehe. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm also suffering an identity crisis (not because of my name), I know this because I read about it in a book. You see I always thought I was a dragon but apparently they don't exist. This left me with a problem, either I'm not a dragon or I don't exist. I am pretty sure I exist, it's hard to type if you don't so that logically means I'm not a dragon. So, after much consideration I came to the conclusion that I must be a rare and exotic breed of dog. My owner suggested I was a hybrid lab experiment gone wrong but he shut up when I waved my bum in the direction of his bedroom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">You know, I think I have this pet thing down to a fine art but I'll share more of that with you another time... I think my owner just found the shoe I chewed up and hid under his bed, oops.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">See ya soon</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Fluff</span></span></div>The Maybe Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08705060473630359448noreply@blogger.com2