Friday, February 11, 2011

Molting Season

I finished vacuuming and my wife and I had a tough conversation. We decided we had to get rid of five or six of the dogs. The loose hair was killing us. The lady from the rescue group asked how many dogs we owned. I had to walk around and count. I tagged them to ensure I didn't double count. Hmm. The count didn't seem right. I checked how many dog dishes there were, and scratched my head. I had to have it right. We only have three dogs? Imagine my embarrassment when I called the rescue lady back and told her we decided to keep all twelve of them.


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