Around 8pm last night, I found this odd scene on the sidewalk near my building. Please excuse, I took this with my BB. Broken chair, a "very loved" Snoopy, hanging out in front of a dumpster.
12 hours later, I saw this down the other end of the block.
DRAMA.
Poor Snoopy took the Charlie Sheen drug.
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After I already posted the findings of this morning, I saw this as I was walking home. So the story continues. I like this much better. I want Snoopy to find a good home. But that home isn't me because you don't know what kind of germs Mr. Snoopy is carrying!
Poor guy. His head is too heavy for him. I think he's been played with and loved so much it's about time he turned into a real dog. :)
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Friday update: Snoopy takes the wheel.
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