Our dog's reproductive future, or rather the lack thereof, has been
secured. The Red Wiggly Bundle of Love went under the knife this week
and returned home stoned to the gills.
I mean really, really stoned. Snockered. Talking with Jerry. She was swaying on her feet from the tranquilizers they'd given her.
Luckily I am a Good Dog Owner and so I would never, ever stick a
pipe-shaped piece of rawhide in her mouth and tie a tie-died bandanna
around her neck and take a picture. Oh no. No stoned dog humor around
here, no siree!
I mean, really. What sort of dog owner would do that?
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Post it! Those of us in finals deserve to have some fun in our lives.
Still cranking...
Oh sure, you expect us to believe that you didn't take a picture, much less a movie of this fine event? uh huh. Riiiiiiiight. No, no, honestly, we believe you.
So when are you going to post the picture? *grin*
Cheers,
Peter
When I read "The Red Wiggly Bundle of Love went under the knife," I thought you meant... ewww.
(But then I realized you were referring to your entire dog.)
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