Thursday, July 30, 2009

My Dog

I think if I dedicated this blog to why Maggie is the worst dog ever, I would never run out of material. For example, today, I came home from swamp golf to find she had eaten my wallet whole. I suppose it is better than her turning on the gas stove while we are out.

Yay dogs!
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Ethan Stonerook said...

You could always farm her out. She could heard sheep, or at least scare off foxes and wolves with her leaping and bounding.

July 31, 2009 at 3:23 PM

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