Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.

 

Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").

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   big pit bull head serving as a counterbalance
Thursday, November 2 2017
This afternoon as I worked in the laboratory, I heard Neville periodically whining from one of the beanbags out in the teevee room. I couldn't see anything obviously wrong with him. Maybe he just wanted to go on a walk. I tried to encourage him to follow me and Ramona out to the Farm Road, but he didn't want to come down the stairs. So I carried him outside and plunked him down in the yard. It soon became apparent that something was wrong with his back legs. He was able to walk, though he mostly did so on his hands, his big pit bull head serving as a counterbalance to the rear part of his body; both his hind paws floated a half-inch above the ground. Later Neville did manage to go inside and even climbed the stairs and got on the bed in the upstairs bedroom, so his hind legs must not've been entirely paralyzed. But he had probably hurt his knees after too much yarfing around in the forest. I gave him half a rimadyl, and by this evening he was well enough to poop and piss in the yard. [REDACTED]


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