So, I'm spending the evening out at Jarrod's, so that he was able to go to work. Here's the story: I'm having a bad pet week. Yesterday, my uncle's dog tried to eat lincoln (who is getting old, and that made me worry) he was fine, just shaken up and covered in dog slobber (which probably pissed him off, seeing as how he's a neatfreak
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