Tucker's at my feet, and the girls are downstairs somewhere. I can hear Rory around the corner from my office, lightly knawing on a toy.
"What a good boy," I think. I assume he's chewing on a toy, and praise him. Ian's downstairs doing his homework, so it's nice having the dogs entertain themselves.
I eventually decide to get up and see what Rory is doing.


*Head, meet desk*
This dog will be the death of me, I swear.
Anyone want a Border Collie? Knows basic commands. Can retrieve newspaper. Loves to slather you in kisses after eating chihuahua poop.
Anyone?!? C'mon!
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