I note in passing that I have been living with Snip and her strange quirks for eight years today. And blogging about her shortcomings for very nearly as long. I think, BTW, that this means Weasel is 14, since she was about five when we got her the summer before Snip. It's going to be hard to tell when Weasel's actually declining from age, given that she's always been a bit nearsighted and dumber than the box the rocks came in...
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