A Morning Of Wet Sloppyness
I was bombarded with affection this morning as I awoke from my death position. I said "Who are you?" But they could not speak. However, I knew anyway. It was all love and pats and tails wagging then all "Throw the damn ball!!!" Yes my dog has a ball fetish and all day and evenings long I must throw that retched thing. But will the ball follow? Of course not! I have to fetch the dog myself, the lazy thing.
Laughing As A Frankfurt.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 2:38 pm
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I know I know, the date is from times long since past, but I could not resist but share the awesomeness this foto of perfect perfection showing all the cuteness and awe look at him :)
Love the puppy or go to hell and die, the end.
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