ugly. that's what my grandmother called it. boy, you didn't want to hear her say, "don't be ugly."...what a saint.
anyway, for a buck and a half at convenience stores while I gas up, I get a 20 oz drink and emma gets a hot dog. we go somewhere she can relax without a leash and enjoy her boon.
frankly, I don't want the hassle of dog v. dog communication when there's food involved.
We just all live too close together, dearest friends. Let's go to the country and breathe some air.
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