The Domestic Gloucesterite
Home life, easy recipes, and the good and bad of living in a picturesque seaport.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
It's tiring, being a dog.
All that lying around in the yard and destroying plastic cups with your teeth really wears you down. So you know what, lady? This time, it's your turn to fetch. A beer from the fridge, please.
I almost got one for him before I realized that dogs can't talk and don't like Molson.
KT @ Domestic Gloucesterite
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