My three sons and me all have dogs. But the dogs aren't NORMAL.
My dogs for instance. They're the only dogs I've ever known who jump excitedly up at me every night, not to go out for a walk, like normal dogs, but because they want me to go to bed and leave them in peace.
My eldest son's dog thinks it's a draught excluder and insists on lying across doorways so that you have to step over.
My middle son's dog, a retired racing greyhound, thinks its done enough movement for a lifetime, and lies all day (mostly) on her bed.
My youngest son's dog goes in for skydiving, jumping off high walls whenever he can, or swimming in fountains if there is no wall.
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Heidi, the greyhound, doesn't always lie, sometimes there is great truth in what she does.
One is not surprised, knowing whom she lives with
Lucky has been trained to reduce fuel expenses for the retiree and therefore reduces global warming-smart things these cross breed collies
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