Sunday - First Dog Beach of the year. Sorry, ladies. I'm willing to bet Sheila is one of the smartest dogs here, but she still doesn't grasp the concept that your towel spread out here means this is your space. Do you need help getting the sand off your bikinis?... I guess not. ... ... ... ... Good dog, Sheila, that was hot !
Tuesday - Two throws with the football is all it took to knock down the tennis shoes that have been hanging on the power line out front since July. Sealed the opening where the range hood vent goes through the ceiling. After two months of practically nothing I'm actually getting stuff done. See baby, I'm not lazy. I don't care what your dad says.
Wednesday - All right. Rib eyes on sale at Ralphs. How can you get angry at a dog who sneaks under the dining table, sticks her face in your crotch, and belches. Sheila, you are one classy canine. Hoping our windows come in so we can get those replaced this weekend.
Friday - Was that Julia's bachellorette party raising a ruckus? Maybe. But it might also have been a sonic boom from the Space Shuttle landing. Scared the crap out of the dog. Congratulations Julia! But be warned: Peter is about to become 'no longer funny'. See Episode 11 - The Truth About Wives And Dogs
... to be continued...
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