Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
11 December 2006
Dog on a bike
Timmy rides in the bike basket all the time now. He has a lot of things somewhat wrong with him, making it hard for him to walk easily all the time. I don't like seeing his legs shake so much and get so tired out. So her rides in his basket, and the mutants have to get tied together and hitched up to a bungy cord and run next to us. Pop has to carry her frisbee in her mouth so she doesn't bark all the way down our block.
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