I got off the porch again to hang with my big dogs (aka my cousins) WW, JB and Tucker. I lived life on the wild side this weekend. We threw back a few pitchers of milk, and the big dogs taught me how to open doors, knock over chairs and climb over barriers. There's something to be said for getting off the porch every now and then. Of course sometimes you end up in the dog house. But that's the price you pay for running with the big dogs.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Running with the Big Dogs
I got off the porch again to hang with my big dogs (aka my cousins) WW, JB and Tucker. I lived life on the wild side this weekend. We threw back a few pitchers of milk, and the big dogs taught me how to open doors, knock over chairs and climb over barriers. There's something to be said for getting off the porch every now and then. Of course sometimes you end up in the dog house. But that's the price you pay for running with the big dogs.
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4 comments:
Pickle wishes he could join in!
Sounds like fun! Can I be a big dog too?
No more puppy on the porch! You really are a big dog!
Run wild, Lil Cucumber! Don't let them keep you on the porch.
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