Friday, May 25, 2012

My dog

chooses only the finest fabrics to piss on. Silk carpet shits for couture canines.

Yesterday he decided to smother himself in dead fish. This could quite possibly be more de la mode than the informative e-mails Marie Claire refuses to stop sending about crucial warm-weather hair protection. The sense of urgency was so compelling I almost had a heart attack.

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