My friend has a dog.
Her dog ate two socks.
Then he threw up two socks.
After that she had to shake his head so he would let go of the dead rat in his mouth.
I don't want a dog. The end.
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My brother has a dog. It's small and doesn't shed. I was considering getting one. Then my other brother was dog sitting and brought it over. It started wiping it's rear end across my fairly new carpet. It was just itching, but I don't care. We don't have a dog. I decided grandshildren are more fun. And I like them to crawl across clean carpet.
I'm with you Ellen. They are cute but that is about it. They smell. Are dirty. Yuck. If I ever have a dog craving, I'll just go visit someone who has one and that cures me right up.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
And people wonder why I don't have pets. Or kids. But at least kids grow up, and you can talk to them.
I've never known a kid to throw up a sock...
Dog Haiku
Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much I do
(original author unknown)
This is HILARIOUS. So funny. I feel bad for the socks. The dog--eh. It should know better.
I want to know where the picture is to go with your story?!?
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