So I'm sitting here in my living room watching ER reruns from this week, doing to New York Times crossword puzzle with the dog laying next to me and I swear to Lucifer that Gus Gus ran into the middle of the room, did a break dance and then ran under the other couch. My guard dog? Snoring. The TV is loud, mind you, and I'm not being unnecessarily quiet besides the fact that the living room light is on.
Then, he ran out again, made eye contact with me, and ran into the front bedroom. Luckily I moved into the back bedroom in May.
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I would not have handled that situation well. And what, exactly, does that dog do to earn her keep?
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