I was walking Grendel today and he takes off at one point like a chubby little laser beam, because lets face it, he's a spazzy sausage rocket, and somehow he jerks the leash out of my hand. Ok, no big deal, we'll just have another friendly game of "chase the bulldog until the neighbors shut their windows because the guy with the crazy dog is
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"Thanks for last night David, call me?"
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