The sound my mother makes as she witnesses one of the dogs skip across her Persian carpet with mud dipped paws must mirror the anguished wails of the damned that echo within the passageways of Hades. Seriously. It is a sound I heard much of in my youth and it really bugs. Some shopping might help.
I apologize for my last post's abrupt ending. Apparently I cannot edit posts with this free app. Well, off I go to add to my collection of fringed scarves and nifty winter caps, none of which I wear 11 1/2 months of the anum. Salut!
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