Chatting with a dog person who turned out to have a Scottish accent.
Oh, here's one from last night: I love how the dogs growl in alarm every time they notice that our neighbor the lobsterman has buoys or traps or other mysterious boat-related objects piled on his lawn or in the bed of his truck. It all smells very intriguing, but it's so suspicious.
The ladylike way she covers her feet with her tail. |
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