Sometimes I lose track of how many pets and boarders live with me. It’s a big house, and some of my buddies, 4-legged and 2-legged, are kind of like hermits.

For the hermit pets, I leave bowls of kitty and puppy chow at strategic locations throughout the house. The hermit humans are less of a problem: they come out of the woodwork when they smell the tuna helper.

I never really learned to cook. I think mom would have gotten around to that, if she hadn’t skidded off the cliff in the snowstorm, but as it is, my kitchen skills are limited. Monday is Tuna Helper Night. Tuesday is Tuna Helper Leftover Night. Wednesday is Beef Stroganoff Night, but there are never leftovers because good old Gus usually has eight or nine helpings. Thursday I make cold cut sandwiches, and Friday is TV Dinner Night. We all gather around my TV and watch Jeopardy!

Weekends are fun. We all walk over to Tammy’s for Saturday brunch. It’s not a restaurant, just my friend Tammy. So far she hasn’t made me stop bringing my boarders. And Sundays are picnic day. We take crackers and cheese out past the lighthouse and enjoy the ocean view. It’s a little cumbersome in winter, with our coats and scarves, but it’s worth it for crackers and cheese on the ocean.

My weekly grocery budget is over $300. Pet food is about a third of this. Since taking pet photos in a tiny town rarely earns me $1200 a month, I’m always scraping to get by. Whenever I get worried about it, I remind myself: where would all my buddies be if they didn’t have me? I just take another few bucks out of mom and dad’s savings and buy another week of tuna helper.

Sometimes I lose track of how many pets and boarders live with me. It’s a big house, and some of my buddies, 4-legged and 2-legged, are kind of like hermits.

For the hermit pets, I leave bowls of kitty and puppy chow at strategic locations throughout the house. The hermit humans are less of a problem: they come out of the woodwork when they smell the tuna helper.

I never really learned to cook. I think mom would have gotten around to that, if she hadn’t skidded off the cliff in the snowstorm, but as it is, my kitchen skills are limited. Monday is Tuna Helper Night. Tuesday is Tuna Helper Leftover Night. Wednesday is Beef Stroganoff Night, but there are never leftovers because good old Gus usually has eight or nine helpings. Thursday I make cold cut sandwiches, and Friday is TV Dinner Night. We all gather around my TV and watch Jeopardy!

Weekends are fun. We all walk over to Tammy’s for Saturday brunch. It’s not a restaurant, just my friend Tammy. So far she hasn’t made me stop bringing my boarders. And Sundays are picnic day. We take crackers and cheese out past the lighthouse and enjoy the ocean view. It’s a little cumbersome in winter, with our coats and scarves, but it’s worth it for crackers and cheese on the ocean.

My weekly grocery budget is over $300. Pet food is about a third of this. Since taking pet photos in a tiny town rarely earns me $1200 a month, I’m always scraping to get by. Whenever I get worried about it, I remind myself: where would all my buddies be if they didn’t have me? I just take another few bucks out of mom and dad’s savings and buy another week of tuna helper.

Sometimes I lose track of how many pets and boarders live with me. It’s a big house, and some of my buddies, 4-legged and 2-legged, are kind of like hermits.

For the hermit pets, I leave bowls of kitty and puppy chow at strategic locations throughout the house. The hermit humans are less of a problem: they come out of the woodwork when they smell the tuna helper.

I never really learned to cook. I think mom would have gotten around to that, if she hadn’t skidded off the cliff in the snowstorm, but as it is, my kitchen skills are limited. Monday is Tuna Helper Night. Tuesday is Tuna Helper Leftover Night. Wednesday is Beef Stroganoff Night, but there are never leftovers because good old Gus usually has eight or nine helpings. Thursday I make cold cut sandwiches, and Friday is TV Dinner Night. We all gather around my TV and watch Jeopardy!

Weekends are fun. We all walk over to Tammy’s for Saturday brunch. It’s not a restaurant, just my friend Tammy. So far she hasn’t made me stop bringing my boarders. And Sundays are picnic day. We take crackers and cheese out past the lighthouse and enjoy the ocean view. It’s a little cumbersome in winter, with our coats and scarves, but it’s worth it for crackers and cheese on the ocean.

My weekly grocery budget is over $300. Pet food is about a third of this. Since taking pet photos in a tiny town rarely earns me $1200 a month, I’m always scraping to get by. Whenever I get worried about it, I remind myself: where would all my buddies be if they didn’t have me? I just take another few bucks out of mom and dad’s savings and buy another week of tuna helper.

Sometimes I lose track of how many pets and boarders live with me. It’s a big house, and some of my buddies, 4-legged and 2-legged, are kind of like hermits.

For the hermit pets, I leave bowls of kitty and puppy chow at strategic locations throughout the house. The hermit humans are less of a problem: they come out of the woodwork when they smell the tuna helper.

I never really learned to cook. I think mom would have gotten around to that, if she hadn’t skidded off the cliff in the snowstorm, but as it is, my kitchen skills are limited. Monday is Tuna Helper Night. Tuesday is Tuna Helper Leftover Night. Wednesday is Beef Stroganoff Night, but there are never leftovers because good old Gus usually has eight or nine helpings. Thursday I make cold cut sandwiches, and Friday is TV Dinner Night. We all gather around my TV and watch Jeopardy!

Weekends are fun. We all walk over to Tammy’s for Saturday brunch. It’s not a restaurant, just my friend Tammy. So far she hasn’t made me stop bringing my boarders. And Sundays are picnic day. We take crackers and cheese out past the lighthouse and enjoy the ocean view. It’s a little cumbersome in winter, with our coats and scarves, but it’s worth it for crackers and cheese on the ocean.

My weekly grocery budget is over $300. Pet food is about a third of this. Since taking pet photos in a tiny town rarely earns me $1200 a month, I’m always scraping to get by. Whenever I get worried about it, I remind myself: where would all my buddies be if they didn’t have me? I just take another few bucks out of mom and dad’s savings and buy another week of tuna helper.

Sometimes I lose track of how many pets and boarders live with me. It’s a big house, and some of my buddies, 4-legged and 2-legged, are kind of like hermits.

For the hermit pets, I leave bowls of kitty and puppy chow at strategic locations throughout the house. The hermit humans are less of a problem: they come out of the woodwork when they smell the tuna helper.

I never really learned to cook. I think mom would have gotten around to that, if she hadn’t skidded off the cliff in the snowstorm, but as it is, my kitchen skills are limited. Monday is Tuna Helper Night. Tuesday is Tuna Helper Leftover Night. Wednesday is Beef Stroganoff Night, but there are never leftovers because good old Gus usually has eight or nine helpings. Thursday I make cold cut sandwiches, and Friday is TV Dinner Night. We all gather around my TV and watch Jeopardy!

Weekends are fun. We all walk over to Tammy’s for Saturday brunch. It’s not a restaurant, just my friend Tammy. So far she hasn’t made me stop bringing my boarders. And Sundays are picnic day. We take crackers and cheese out past the lighthouse and enjoy the ocean view. It’s a little cumbersome in winter, with our coats and scarves, but it’s worth it for crackers and cheese on the ocean.

My weekly grocery budget is over $300. Pet food is about a third of this. Since taking pet photos in a tiny town rarely earns me $1200 a month, I’m always scraping to get by. Whenever I get worried about it, I remind myself: where would all my buddies be if they didn’t have me? I just take another few bucks out of mom and dad’s savings and buy another week of tuna helper.

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