Trying to keep the Loaner Dog off the bed this morning sounded like this:
Get down.
Get DOWN.
Go ahead, get down.
Dog, get down
(repeat)
I'm thinking we should maybe start calling him "Gold Digger."
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1 comment:
My puggle is curled up on a pillow on the couch next to me right now. They do like comfort. Good luck with that "down" thing.
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