Today I am reminded of the story of how I thought my best friend broke my former couch. This thing was ugly as sin (orange and brown 1960s) and more durable than a battleship. We were watching TV when I heard this incredible CRACK!
It sounded like some serious wood had snapped. I waved my hand. "Don't worry about it. I got it for free anyway."
She looked over at me. "What are you talking about? I just farted."
"Oh."
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Bark Park
On Valentine's Day, we took Dakota to a big bark park. That day would have been my Cocoa's 18th birthday. We met another red dachsund named Cocoa, who was young and very friendly. In the end, it made me feel better, but I still miss my Cocoa. Hell, I was seven years old when that dog was born.
I still miss you, dog!
I still miss you, dog!
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