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Thursday, July 20

Enough with the irony, already!

Not soon after I posted today's whine, Little Dog ran out the cat door to bark at the neighbors. When I made my way to the back porch to call him in, he came running toward me with something rolled up in his mouth.

It was a poopy diaper.

I kid you not.

That dog brought me a poop filled diaper.

And irony is defined how?!!


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