Celebrating and documenting life with a husband, two tiny humans and a dog named Chino.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Read my lips
If Chino could talk, he'd have just said, "GO TO WORK" before rolling onto his side in a
huff and going back to sleep. This dog is terribly inconvenienced by weekends, since they interrupt the normal 10-12 hours of shut-eye that he gets over the course of a day. Surprisingly, he didn't go upstairs and go back to bed, as he is known to do when we have the nerve to be hanging out downstairs, on his turf. Its a hard knock life for him I tell ya.
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