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When Your Dog Walks You

I'd sure hate to poop and scoop after Big Boy here.

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Count Sneaky said…
Great piece of Photoshop work! Very funny.
Count Sneaky
nonamedufus said…
Count: Imagine that dog in the White House!
Count Sneaky said…
Would be hell for the secret service, wouldn't it?
Anonymous said…
YOURS: I'd sure hate to poop and scoop after Big Boy here.
MINE: I'd sure hate to scoop up the poop after the Big Boy here.
nonamedufus said…
Anon: To be precise, yeah, it would be the dog who pooped and me who scooped!
Count Sneaky said…
This is Strutz the Cat sitting in for the Count today. Don't know quite where the hell I am, but I'm on the road again with another good trucking buddy just sitting here looking at the scenery and listening to my trucker buddy ramble on about all the women he has known on the road. Well, it's about 4:00pm here and I just want to talk
to you about running the picture of the big, stupid dog. We cats say, the bigger they are...the dumber. Why not a picture of a beautiful, sensitive cat like moi. Strutz the Cat for Count Sneaky

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