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Sunday, January 09, 2005
Blue went through an entire box of Kleenex describing to the police artist what our intruder looked like. This is his sketch of the culprit based on a teary-eyed Blue's description. Please note the evil dark eyes and crouch, ready to spring on unsuspecting mild-mannered house dogs. . Posted by Hello

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