Paula can't have him.
Lately, this is the only face that is keeping me from sliding into depression.
Dog slobber. The poor man's Prozac.
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Lately, this is the only face that is keeping me from sliding into depression.
Dog slobber. The poor man's Prozac.
Comments
What's wrong, Hon?
Posted by: Devorah | March 2, 2006 10:28 PM
Why so glum?
Posted by: Jami | March 3, 2006 10:08 AM
That face could haul me up out of the doldrums, too. So sweet and slobbery!!
Posted by: red | March 3, 2006 12:05 PM
But I WANT him....please. I'll trade you Audrey and Nick...fair and square.
Posted by: Boo | March 3, 2006 12:27 PM
Oh yeah, that's a real deal.
Posted by: Yankees Man | March 4, 2006 02:20 PM
How interesting that I just ran across, and commentede, on your boxer pics on flickr.com, and then, by chance, ran across your blog. How does that work? Liking your writing as much as the pics! keep your head up...
Posted by: tay hota | March 5, 2006 08:10 AM
Yah, my Roxie ( a 1 yr olf spoiled ROTTEN Brittany) keeps me sane 78.34% of the time.
Unconditional love, man, you can't beat it. :)
Posted by: Lisa | March 6, 2006 03:46 PM