This evening we were visited by a dog.
It started with
sothacid going to fetch the laundry, as he'd noticed his grandpa-samurai robe was pretty stinky and figured a few more clothes in the wash couldn't hurt. A big black smooth-coated dog with white patches on his neck and chest bounded up to him; he had a collar on (the dog, not my husband) and was
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I am a firm believer in the idea that dogs, if they could talk, would just be running around all day saying "hey, I'm a dog! I'm a dog! Hey! Hey! I'm a dog!" and not much else. Since I am ridiculous like that, I have a "dopey dog voice" that I use for 90% of dogs and that's what it says.
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