When I finish eating I have to show my hands to my dog like I'm a blackjack dealer.
Agenda for the day: let the dog out, let the dog in, let the dog out, let the dog in.
Sometimes I think I'm too picky then I watch my dog look for a place to poop.
Not to brag but I'm a big deal to my dog.
Sorry, I can't do anything today. My dog decided to take a nap on my lap.
I felt lonesome all afternoon yesterday. Then I remembered my dog was at the groomers.
If there were no trees in our my background my dog would need to go to a psychiatrist.
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