The dog however, well, he detests that feel. The number of times that he's shoved a ball in my hands today is enough to tire a three year old. A post-trick or treating three year old.
I once again voice my angst against my Scotch-tape bound camera. "When will then be now?!" I hear ya Lord Dark Helmet.
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