She needs to hire a better contractor.
They met in the pre-existence and have been reunited.
What’s two feet of packed snow to a dog and her flying turtle?
After a long day at the salon.
The abominable snow dog.
Our home alarm system.
A kid in a candy store.
That bag of goldfish crackers was half full when this whole game of torture started.
They didn’t get a walk yesterday, so I let them hunt the cutting board.
A joke rooted in an exhaustion that wishes I could do better by these dogs.