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It didn't work. The debates were terribly depressing. One is not smart enough; the other can't leave his weasel side at home. The less smart one tried out a few more facial expressions this time, though, which was pretty entertaining. Chris and I watched two things together this week: Drew Carey's new show (can't remember the name) and the debates. We laughed a lot more at the debates.

Curie didn't win her show, and it was a really really easy show to win. She's a great dog and she has one of the best handlers around. So why didn't she win? I still say it's her three-legged dorky dance she does. "What's that?" thinks the judge. "Some kind of amphibian?" Comportment and style, Curie dear. Let's get it together.

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