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Are we there yet?

Remember those trips as a kid when you had to ride in the car with 8 or 9 other people for 15 hours to go visit Aunt Barb and Uncle Bill, and there was nowhere comfortable to sit, so you ended up squished into the corner wishing you were dead?

Jerk.

That night, Kona recounts the events of the day to her friend, the stuffed triceratops:

"....so she was all, 'Kona, ya wanna go for a ride?', and I was all, 'Heck yes, I do, is that even a question?' We didn't even drive long enough for my tongue to dry out before she stops the car, gets out, and walks away, totally leaving me there with my head hangin' out the window like some kind of poodle. Jerk."

I am the ghost of Christmas past.

You are dreaming, soon you will wake and my greenish eyes will have disappeared.

Determination.

You'd think those eyes would be enough to get whatever she wants, but clearly you have never smelled what comes out the other end after a good rummage through the trash.

Cozy?

After a long day at work, what with chasing all the rabbits around, it is nice to come home to an inflatable mattress, and a sleeping bag made for one - made for two.

Cheesy Goodness

Kona is waiting to see what the photographer is going to do. Doesn't know whether to smile or snarl. Grrr ....

A Well Deserved Nap

Image yourself in Kona's place - and you suddenly open your eyes. I daresay you would be enraged.

Sunbathing

At times Kona likes to look off into the void that is her future, as a montage of her years past plays in the background.

Canine Graffiti

When claiming your territory, sometimes pee is just not enough.

Guard Dog

It's nice to know that if you take a nap, Kona's got surveillance under control.

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