Yesterday early evening Mike got home from his daily trucking route. As usual, I was sitting outside with the animals enjoying the evening. Mike sits down in a chair. JackBadger comes bouncing up to Mike to say hello and then puts his nose in Mike's pants pocket and brings out a crumpled candy bar wrapper. [Mike always claims he doesn't eat sweets] While Mike was laughing and saying, "bad dog," I was laughing and saying, "good dog" for outing Mike.
Low expectations met
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