T is for trouble


This boy is coy. Remember the old dating trick where the guy yawns, stretches and then his arm winds up around the girls shoulders?

Just today Timber looked up at something on top of the water cooler next to the kitchen table, he ever so gently placed his paws on me like he was going to give me some lovin’, stretched up and snagged the cap on top of the cooler. Then, he left me like I was a cold potato.

He went out with us to watch the sunset and much preferred the soggy baby.

Dumped the baby and started looking for more trouble. Gotta love that doggie.



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