The Next Dark Age
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Conversation about the Dog
Me: I’m going to take the dog and get some ice cream. What do you want?
Her: No, you’re not.
Me: Yes. I am.
Her: You’re going to leave him in the car?
Me: No. I’m going to drive through Dunkin’ Donuts (it has a Baskin Robbins).
Her: How are you going to keep him from eating the ice cream on the way home?
Me: I’ll get. A bag.
Her: Well, whose car are you taking?!
Me: We’re done. (walks out)
Her: It’s just…he’ll slip off your seats! ….Plain vanilla!!
He was fine. Barked at the lady at the window, but otherwise fine.
And since conversations about the dog require pictures of the dog, I took this a few days ago. Right before he started barking at me:
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