Mom keeps asking me where Hossy is. He's at Grandma's house, not our house! She thinks it's hilarious when I start looking for him after she asks. So why is she asking me where he is if he's not here?!
Good grief. I'm a DOG. How cool do you think you are by tricking me?! Mom's such a dork.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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