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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. Saturday, Apr. 10, 2004 - 11:17 P.M. CUIDADO! There we were, traveling and sightseeing all of the beauty and splendor that Arizona had to offer in late March. The streets lines with palms: The colors so surprising, the houses so inviting and warm: And then our eyes beheld something completely different. At first glance, it shouldn't have really stood out, it was a large house, set back with a large lawn. And out in the yard were a few large dogs: Very large dogs. WAIT A MINUTE . . . . Those aren't dogs . . . . They...look....like.... CUIDADO! LAS LAMAS! Now I know that there are a few out there (yes, LIBERRY LADY, I do mean you) who think the idea of having a herd of llama (or is it llamas) in the yard would be heaven. I don't get it. First of all, the area is pretty dry, I mean grass is sparse, and I'd think it would be much worse later on in the summer. Already the yard was dusty and void of greenery in several places. Secondly, they attract bugs. Like gnats and flys. Who the hell wants that? Thirdly, they spit. I'm sorry. I'll scoop out of a box clumps of cat waste, I'll wipe up the occasional hair ball. But I won't be spat at. No sir. Not gonna be spat at by no freaking animal. And to make sure, I snapped my pics and got the hell away....just in time. Won't you PLEASE leave your feedback here? 0 readers left their mark on this one!
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