This all started with “fetch the stick, boy!” And then it was “fetch the paper,” then “fetch my slippers” and soon we were on to “wash the dishes” and “take out the trash” and now it’s “head down to Circle K and fill it up with regular and get some chips and beer and don’t forget to squeegee the windows.” Probably should have set some limits.
It’s been a gas, Sharon H.
GREAT!! Full Service gas is making a come back !
No more getting out of the car to pump .. oh ya !!
Move to New Jersey…you’re not allowed to pump your own gas! Though I’ve never had a gas station attendant this cute…
Now you know what “working like a dog” really means.
Ah! I read the cat post before this one so some things are beginning to be made clear!
My dog Millie fills up my heart every single morning with supercharged love gas. (Metaphorically and literally depending where she’s sleeping on me!)
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Here it’s a big dog, a big dog with medical issues requiring meds and foods that increase the volume and octane of the gas, who sleeps with his head at the foot of the bed.
Roflol. ????
Maybe you could sleep with your head at the foot of the bed too? Slight improvement upwind so to speak.
In that case, I hope you don’t have a candle burning at night .. might get .. hmm .. interesting
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My kitty Beano (aka Arabella Figg) still toots when she gets really really happy. It’s the stink of love.
Awww. Gotta love them.