Thursday, November 18th, 2004 08:56 am

I love my woofer, I love his silly moods, the way he tries to give me damp tennis balls and the way he sits next to me all demurely then sneakily pours himself into my lap. I love the way he thinks putting on socks and shoes is actually designed for cuddling.

I love Zorah the great dane and I love the boxer with the woman in the blue shorts.

I especially love the way playing with dogs can turn the most disgusting filthy mood into lying on the grass giggling.

Mmmm tennis balls.
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Wednesday, November 17th, 2004 08:43 pm (UTC)
Damn you, now I want one of my own even more. Grrr. :)
Wednesday, November 17th, 2004 08:49 pm (UTC)
We could go puppy shopping this weekend.. You could have a woofer of your very own in two days!

Mmmm shopping.

Mmmm puppies.
Thursday, November 18th, 2004 05:06 pm (UTC)
'Tis a very effective happy making device. Even when it's pouring with rain and freezing, a dog's ability to have the best time of it's life chasing a ball is infectious and delightful. I like dog-walking, I just don't really like dog-owning.