A growl erupts from the corner. The beast turns vicious fangs to me, moments before he lunges for my throat... to give me a big, sloppy kiss. Stupid dog.
This Sunday 160 is brought to you by the letter E (for Ezmund) and the number 38, Stanford's score as I write this. Oh, and it's dedicated to Monkey Man, who writes stuff. And is watching the Stanford game while the pizza cools. Hi, MM.
8 comments:
aww...isnt he a cute pups...smiles.
Who waits for pizza to cool?
He looks like a naked mole rat. Big dumb doofus that he is. Great 160, my dear Mrs. MM, I mean, Pheromone Girl.
yea, i am assualted by my dogs daughter named, appropriately "licorice", that is what she does best as ofter as possible!
He's so pretty!
Dogs..... aren't they just lovely?
There's a storm raging right now and one of mine's being a touch.... high maintenance. :)
Aw, what a cute face!
How have you been doing? Sorry I've been out of touch.
Scary dog.
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