I had to laugh out loud at this one. I have a big galoot of a GSD that weighs in at 120lbs. He's the king of the roost until a thunderstorm rolls in. Then, he's so pitiful. My wife and I both laugh because he will whine and cry until we "comfort" him.
Ah, the afterglow of sex. Come on, you all know that you were thinking it. It is just that dogs don't smoke that you couldn't prove it. Ok, I know, maybe I spent too many years in the foundry listening to dirty jokes.
I had to save that one and send it to my wife. We have had Shepherds that big and wanting to be protected from thunder storms.
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh out loud at this one. I have a big galoot of a GSD that weighs in at 120lbs. He's the king of the roost until a thunderstorm rolls in. Then, he's so pitiful. My wife and I both laugh because he will whine and cry until we "comfort" him.
DeleteSame thing with that asshole dog Jack. He's terrified of storms.
DeleteFleas???
ReplyDeleteFrontline? Petarmor? Shampoo?
DeleteI wish I could get my woofer in the bed, he prefers his own space though. :(
Oh for a dog's life....
ReplyDeleteGag. I don't share my meal table or my bed with animals.
ReplyDeleteAh, the afterglow of sex. Come on, you all know that you were thinking it. It is just that dogs don't smoke that you couldn't prove it. Ok, I know, maybe I spent too many years in the foundry listening to dirty jokes.
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