It would be just my luck to end up with a 135 pound freak of nature.
I want to teach him all kinds of tricks like shake, roll over, and sploot on command.
Between Bates’s constant rumble of doom, Minx running around a knocking everything off the shelves and almost catching on fire, Scheissehund making up for lost time on my leg, and Chief whimpering in the kennel, I got almost no sleep.
By “talking me into it” I mean that she posted a picture of her campsite on Facebook with the caption that she was in a great place to see the eclipse and no, she’s not telling you where she is!
You should totally give him that chicken. They can live in his trailer in Longmont together.
I lived with my secret until I found a good time to (have a huge fight) break the news to Loony. I did it over coffee this morning.