She gets her kicks out of piling all of his toys and bones on the kitchen table. She hands him her hearing aids. And just last week while he was in his kennel, she hopped down from the couch and set her glasses smack dab in front of his face just outside his kennel door where he couldn't reach them. I just don't understand her. Maybe she's enjoying having someone small to tease since she's had to endure such tormenting from Logan over the years.
Well today I went to reach for a calculator from my top desk drawer, and look what I found. Poor dog. Really. Poor, poor dog. I sure hope he doesn't end up with psychiatric issues when he grows up.
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