What are they?
Turns out Murphy likes my favorite trail too.
I decided to accept it as a self-evident truth.
They’re looking at the wrong thing.
My work here is done.
I didn’t even hesitate.
A dog’s job is to make a house into a home.
So many sniffs, so little time.
Unfortunately we got here too late. No waffles.
Am I the only one that hates to get out of the pool?