Before I head in to Big Raggedy, I usually try to check in on my buddy Jean Luc. Just as I thought on the couch. Not taking I nap I see. He must be watching television. I wonder what's on?
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I should have known. The annual Dog Show. I bunch of pricey pooches and their high society owners taking up good airtime from some sporting event. No Jean Luc I am not entering you in next year's show. Let's watch the Noon news.
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I see he's ignoring the anchor. Not to worry Jean. We ignore him while we are at work also.
1 comment:
Ouch. That's cold hearted.
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