My dad fed his dog beer once, and it ran away and never came back.
True Story. He had another dog, and when he was drafted and went to vietnam, it got real sad, and never came back. My dad's name is Dan, and it would have been poetic if the dog's name was Ann, but it wasn't. It was Dotty and it liked to chase racoons.
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Niiiiiiice! LOL!!!
haha! Isn't it great!
Julie! It's good to know that someone still reads my blog...i was beginning to think that people were afraid to comment or something. :)
lolol! dude! thats awesome!!!! bella is my kind of dog! ;)
CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! *pounds fist on table*
hahaha!
...that's a good one!
...wish i would have thought of that.
My dad fed his dog beer once, and it ran away and never came back.
True Story. He had another dog, and when he was drafted and went to vietnam, it got real sad, and never came back. My dad's name is Dan, and it would have been poetic if the dog's name was Ann, but it wasn't. It was Dotty and it liked to chase racoons.
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