Monday, August 8, 2016

Olympic Patience

I lay at the door, waiting intensely for my human to come back. Surely there was secret food being consumed on the other side. I faithfully channeled Fry's dog Seymour from Futurama.

she's behind me, isn't she?
Stealthily, the pupparazzi sneaked up behind me, snapping photo after photo. I whirled around and they caught me, mid nose lick. 

I had nothing to do with my missing collar <innocent look>





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