tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733307244927080610.post6435216917040743287..comments2023-08-14T08:28:38.163-05:00Comments on My Life as a Novel: Puppies ... again.Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784263876030913332noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733307244927080610.post-53458144655184784542007-11-12T12:42:00.000-05:002007-11-12T12:42:00.000-05:00At this point, only half of their eyes are open. A...At this point, only half of their eyes are open. And by that, I don't mean half the number of the puppies' eyes, or one eye on each puppy. I mean that each eye is only opened half-way. And there is this foggy eye underneath. While it's fascinating ... it's kind of gross. And it makes me blink a lot, because I remember the days of pink eye when I was a kid and my eyes would get that nasty stuff in them where I couldn't open them. I blink a lot out of sympathy for the fact that their eyes won't open the whole way yet. <BR/><BR/>Also, I've blinked a lot while typing out this comment.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13784263876030913332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733307244927080610.post-2928937343191785722007-11-12T12:34:00.000-05:002007-11-12T12:34:00.000-05:00One can never have too many pictures of puppies. E...One can never have too many pictures of puppies. Ever. Immutable Law of the Universe. <BR/><BR/>But what's gross about eyes opening?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com