Sometimes my dog looks at me as if I'm an idiot. Like he's better than me or something.
Maybe I'll just be sitting, studying and then as I day dream (la procrastination at work) I'll think of something funny, (perhaps a football in the groin (hehehehe)...that poor, poor Hans Moleman...) and then I'll laugh softly to myself.
Then I'll see movement at the corner of my eye, and there's Lance looking at me with pitiful contempt. Just sitting there, staring. And then he'll walk away as if he had other important things to do.
And thats when I'll run up behind him and punt him. Noooo, I wouldn't do that.
He's too cute. But just the thought of it....heheheeeee....
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