My wonderful landlady Lynn has a cute little Jack Russell, an 11-year-old bounding wonderdog, who I occasionally let out when she’s left alone for too long and needs to take a dump in the backyard. It’s gotten to the point, though, where I’m imposing breaks on the dog, not because I really care about her digestive system, but because she’s such a damn good model.
This is what we did this afternoon. Such an incredible sitter, isn’t she? [insert baby-talk overlay] A-boo-boo-boo! Cutie patootie! Wursha wursha wursha! Look at her sitting there, Miss Smarty-Pants, Miss Pooches! [/end baby-talk]
Uh. Ahem. Sorry about that. Aaaaand… I’m outta here. (Enjoy the pics!)