The day I begin to enjoy getting greeting cards “from the dog” is the day I want you to put a big, fluffy pillow over my face and hold it there until I stop struggling.
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Heh. I see it differently. It’s because no one’s had the common kindness to euthanize me that getting a Hallmark card from a dog would be an improvement to my quality of life.
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