Bits and Pieces of Fiorella's Existance

I missed the trash
But the bin will last
   Until the coming week
There's not that much
But just enough
   That the neighborhood will reek

(Please note how trash and last are half-rhymes, as are much and enough, while week and reek are true rhymes. Fio gets a kick out of playing with stuff like this.)
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How sweet to sleep
With a dog at my feet
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Fabulous news! Friend Marla suggested an out-of-town (Cedar Park) nursery, and lo and behold, they have both jasmine and iron plants! Now if Marla's husband can just pick them up today....
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Your girl posted some of her art from her previous life on FB and warmed herself in the responses. Gotta admit--Fio was impressed too. Why in the heck wasn't she vaulted to the top of the fine art heap? Oh, yeah--because reality isn't in style and she rarely did abstract.  
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Sonia Dog has added a new element to her ceremonies of morning. After being let outside in the back yard to perform her ablutions, then in the front yard while Fiorella retrieves the newspaper, and after eating breakfast and receiving first a treat, then a chew stick, it's imperative that she lie in Fiorella's lap for at least ten minutes before the day can progress.