BobbiLynn
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The soup was meat based, cow, but my dog prefers chicken/or any type of poultry. So I went to set my bowl of soup down, damn thing spilled. So I called my dog back to my craft room, not my shed, the craft room inside the house. He would not enter, I had to keep calling him over, calling him over, look... the meaty soup I just spilled. See, at least he knows that my craft room and my shed for that matter, are hands off. Do not enter.... go away... you are not welcome... but why don't other people understand?
Well, my dog's not a people, but if he can understand, and he's just a dog, why can't other people understand? If you aren't invited, don't come in, and even if you are invited... enter with care and tremor while you are licking up the spilled soup. Then leave when you are done. No wonder I feel so lonely... Tough life.
Well, my dog's not a people, but if he can understand, and he's just a dog, why can't other people understand? If you aren't invited, don't come in, and even if you are invited... enter with care and tremor while you are licking up the spilled soup. Then leave when you are done. No wonder I feel so lonely... Tough life.