I had a pretty good weekend. We went to the beach Saturday and Sunday. I went diving Sunday. I was going to dive Saturday too, but the Dawg ran away. I have learned to say fukkit when he runs off, but it was the first time he made a break for it since the OI Girls been living here. She was pretty heartbroken. I went out to get him and before too long here comes, with a chicken in his jaws, proud as punch. But later on, his feet got sore, and he was having trouble walking. I looked at his feet, and he had burned them on the asphalt, and maybe rubbed them raw running around.
Now OI Girl knows the true nature of the beast, a cold cruel killing machine.
I have been so busy at work, thats why I didn’t post yesterday.