I am so exhausted. We spent hours searching for my dad’s dog last night. I didn’t go to bed until nearly four in the morning. Then at like five-something she came back on her own.
She was just sitting outside the door, panting and doggy grinning like she hadn’t done anything wrong.
*PUNT*
Though you’re really not supposed to do that to any dog that’s not your own. Even if she totally deserves it and is the perfect size to get some good air. That’s just wrong… *PUNT*
