...like my stomach...or my head...or the concrete in by back yard. I want you to know that it has been more trauma for the dog than anyone else. She can't go outside because they put a curing agent on the concrete that smells like crude oil. I guess it did the trick, though, because my concrete is hard. Debi likes her concrete like she likes her men...grey and outside.
So, this weekend I went with Koller to ASU Wells Fargo Arena and saw the Sun Devil football team. We got signatures on our posters and helmets that we had and we had a fun time.
Don't tell anyone but Koller and Toni agreed to take Tish. That will help with the concrete thing, and the chaos that is my addition...poor Tishy.
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