I had one of those moments today. You know what I'm talking about.
I looked down at my dog, Marley. He looked back up at me. And we just knew what the other was thinking. What a great friend. Of course, my dog also technically french-kissed me this morning when I bent down to kiss him on the nose.
So you never really can tell.
2 comments:
And what happens when Marley and your leg meet? Do you still know wha tht other is thinking?
You should have told us what it was the dog was exactly thinking (or you, for that matter). Was it something like "give me some more of that french action, big boy?"
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