Sev and I drove to the park after work today and on the way home a cop pulled me over. I hate the sight of flashing red and blues in my mirror. It's a pet peeve of mine, you know? I was all ready to get defensive and p/o'd because I knew I didn't do anything wrong (this time) and then he told me what the problem was...
the dog in the back seat was dropping tennis balls out of the car for a the whole way back from the park.
Sure enough, all of the balls I that collected from the park were gone.
We had a good laugh. Seven just looked at me like he knew what was going on. He didn't even bark at the cop when the approached the car.
The dog has too much personality. It's scary sometimes.
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