Dear Dog,
I love you but you smell. Get in the fucking bath. No, do not nip at me when I try to pick you up because you can sense my ulterior motives. You need to be clean and handsome and presentable for Thanksgiving.
Love,
Mommy.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Labels:
my dog,
Thanksgiving
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