Deep Thoughts… With Fifty

Why won’t that crazy schedule lady just leave me alone? Really, can’t I just have five minutes of peace. I bet when I turn around she’ll be standing there staring at me…
Yep. Of course she is.

Is it really necessary for me to be bilingual? Just pick a language and go with it. I’m confused enough already.
Vicky or Leah, Leah or Vicky? So hard to decide. Leah is cute and a lot of fun, but Vicky has that whole sexy cougar thing going on…
Why am I named after a rapper? I don’t even like rap.
And what the hell is happening at NBC?
À bientôt

Fifty


6 responses to “Deep Thoughts… With Fifty”

  1. Hey, you have Boxer. We've got one too. 4 1/2. She's outside right now re-arranging the yard.

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  2. I enjoyed that very much. Great photos of the dogs.And what is going on at NBC!

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  3. Homemaker Man – No, the Boxer, Vicky, belongs to our neighbor, but she comes for a walk with us ever morning. Sweetest dog, just not terribly brightJames – Merci!

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  4. What would life be like without a poochie pal….love, love, love dogs!

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  5. hilariously cute post! and your rapper named-pooch is so cute!!! I miss my black-lab mutt, Harley!

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  6. OMG, I just wanna hug Fifty. He is so adorable and he could pass for a rapper. I think!

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