Something frightfully common, I should imagine. Sniffing each other and then running around the yard until their tongues drag in the dirt or some such rubbish. Ghastly beasts.

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Something frightfully common, I should imagine. Sniffing each other and then running around the yard until their tongues drag in the dirt or some such rubbish. Ghastly beasts.

You’d think these two good-natured golden retrievers would be able to share a stuffed octopus — it’s got plenty of arms, after all. But no, they take turns stealing it from one another.
You’re the only leg for me. I just want you to know that I love you more than any dog has ever loved a leg. And it’s not just physical, I truly respect you as part of a human being.

Don’t you hate when you’re up late working and get zapped into a cyber circus, crawling past tilting tents, spinning spaces, bubbling beakers, and Psycho Bunny’s boxing gloves of doom?