In Which C Makes an Important Point

Wednesday, November 12, 2008 | comments (1)
"What is it? Do I stink?"

"Kinda like dog."

"Cool. Honey and I have bonded in smell."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"The thing is, Baby...she doesn't smell like you. It's not a two-way street."

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It's not fair, is it?

One thing we notice in this house of three dogs is that they only pick up each other's bad habits. Why don't they learn each other's GOOD habits?

Please explain.

Posted by Reya Mellicker on Nov 15, 2008 at 8:31:35 AM
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