half assed attempts at adulthood
Thursday, December 4, 2008
my dog is smarter than a toaster.
After enjoying too many cocktails when James' band played the Caravan last summer, I taught my dog to sit. To this day, she thinks the sit command is when I lean over and stumble a little bit. Hours of fun, I tell ya.
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