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Hunter: a very thoughtful dog.
Twinkie: a very silly dog.
Who says fashion sense isn't genetic?
All about Esmé
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Hunter: a very thoughtful dog.
All About Hunter
Hunter was born in the wilds of the Bahamas to a stray mommy and an absent father. Raising 5 puppies alone was too much for his mommy, so they were all rescued and came to live at Buddy Dog. At Buddy Dog they named Hunter "Bubba," but whereas Hunter had never even been to Texas he decided to change his name to something more dignified. Fortunately his first owners agreed, even if they didn't seem to agree with his need for lots of exercise and strong leadership.
Hunter got tired of spending 20 hours a day in a crate, so he returned to Buddy Dog until Esme came to get him. He was so determined to go home with Esme that when nobody else was listening he sang her a lovely yodeling song and he tamed her by staring into her eyes without blinking once.
Hunter is living a happy life now, though keeping Esme in line is still a bit of a challenge for him.
All About Twinkie
Twinkie is Hunter's dog. When the other dogs at the dog park got too stupid to play with Hunter he knew he would have to have his own private dog to play with. His first choice was a big black dog named "Midnight," but Esme worried that there wasn't room in the house for two big dogs. Instead Esme insisted on bringing home a dopey little bitch named "Twinkie."
Nobody knows where Twinkie came from. She just appeared one day at Buddy Dog stuffed inside a cardboard box. She had fleas and two infected ears, which Hunter thought was pretty dopey of her, so she got those fixed before she came home to live with Hunter.
Twinkie is a very fast little dog, in fact she is the fastest dog in town, but she never runs ahead of Hunter. That is the only smart thing she does.
tink
Twinkie: a very silly dog.
These are Esme's grandparents
Who says fashion sense isn't genetic?
The Poem
It is right in there
Betwixt and between
The orchard bare
And the orchard green,
When the boughs are right
In a flowery burst
Of pink and white,
That we fear the worst.
For there’s not a clime
But at any cost
Will take that time
For a night of frost.
Betwixt and between
The orchard bare
And the orchard green,
When the boughs are right
In a flowery burst
Of pink and white,
That we fear the worst.
For there’s not a clime
But at any cost
Will take that time
For a night of frost.
Esme's favorite links for artsy craftsy kinds of inspiration
- PLUSH YOU
- ANTI-DEPRESSIVE LIVING
- GALLERY OF COOL LINKIES
- PLAID PONY VINTAGE
- GOREY DETAILS
- SEW BETTIE
- FANCY PONY LAND
- BISCUITS AND JAM
- SUPERMARKET.COM
- ARTHUR'S CIRCUS
- RANDOM STRIPE GENERATOR
- TEXERE SILK
- SMALLER MAGAZINE
- SMALL MAGAZINE
- EXTREME CRAFT
- INSTRUCTABLES
- QUAMUT
- READYMADE
- MAKE
- CRAFT
- ART FIRE
- SPOONFLOWER
- CRAFT STYLISH
- CRAFTSTER
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