Hi, I'm Claire and I am the Domo's foster mom. Last
night the Domos were invited to a party at the Ugly's
house. I thought The Uglies were a good group, but
after picking up the Domos this morning and viewing
the photos that were taken during the party, I have
decided there will be no more unchaperoned parties
with those Uglies.
The Domos aren't telling me much, but I think the
photos paint a pretty good picture.
It appears that things started well.
They kicked the ball around a bit...
They rode the pony...
They played Twister...
They played dress-up...
Kooky Domo and Ugly Deer pretended to be in a pumpkin
patch...
Ecstatic Domo played Sailor...
Brave Domo hung out with the sporty Uglies.
Cuddly Domo had fun making everyone laugh with the groovy
glasses he found...
Here's a nice group photo...
And then they ate cake...
and everyone went crazy.
Brave Domo got on top of the disco ball...
(There's a fine line between "brave" and "stupid".)
Paranoid Domo stuck his hand in a rattlesnake's mouth...
Geez Paranoid, are you trying to give your poor foster mom a
heart attack?
Timid Domo...
I don't even want to know.
Cuddly Domo...
Maybe not the best creature to be getting cuddly with.
Kooky Domo...
Getting close to those two was definitely a kooky thing to do. The
tiger's face has "Yum, Kooky looks tasty!" written all over it.
And Ecstatic Domo...
What the??? Just the look on Ecstatic's face is enough to
tell me he was up to no good.
When I picked them up this morning, I found Timid Domo
crashed in the front yard, wearing a sea urchin...
I don't know how many times I've told them not to play
with sea urchins.
Paranoid Domo was tied up at the curb...
He claims he does not know how he got there.
As for the other four, I will not even tell you where I
found them. It's too upsetting to write about it.
All the Domo's are grounded today. They are all crashed
on my bed right now. The cat is keeping an eye on them.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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Ahhhh... weren't we all young and stupid domos once ourselves? Good times.
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