Five Star Resort III: Not Quite the Same
Since Monkey is arriving late, I decided to let Walter sleep in the little bed last night. He immediately aerated my entire bedroom with eau de beefaroni, and then kept me up half the night with his spontaneous trumpeting. It was vile betond measure. I hope Monkey gets here soon.
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I just choked on my tongue.
"It was vile beyond measure"
Indeed!
Is Walter part Labrador? My lab used to do that. I think it violated the Geneva Convention.
My dog Jack will let loose a little toot and jerk his head around, wondering where that sound and offensive smell came from.
Spinning Girl, I feel your pain. >_<
One of my pomeranians...the male...farts like gas is going out of fashion and he wants to get it all done first. Sometimes he'll wiff the air like, "what the hell was that? Did that come from me?" He's too cute to get mad at!
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That "walter" fellow looks a little too giddy for my taste.
I am so out of the loop...is Monkey the Dragon for Hire and that meanie beanie guy?
I'm confused.
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