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Monday, April 13, 2009

the first dog

Oh, man. When I first saw the thumbnail of this picture I thought the dog was either dyed for Easter or wearing a Cosby sweater. Like Ted Kennedy, I approve of Portugese Water Dogs, so we should have much to talk about in the very likely case that I someday meet that murderous alcoholic. Is it wrong to call a dying man a murderous alcoholic? Or only if it isn't true?

Captain America still desperately wants a Border Collie, but luckily we don't have a fence yet, so we have a good excuse. I'm at a low ebb of my desire for a dog right now, and I'm trying to keep it that way, because the ambient smell of a dog is a difficult hurdle for me.

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