2003-06-25 - 10:03 p.m.
The dog today shredded all my dirty clothes. He knocked over the hamper and went to town.
I blame Ginger, a chow at the dog park. Because, well, you can't trust a chow.
It was very hot today, and now I'm going swimming until I am cold. Then into the hot tub until I am warm again. The dog hates both events. Our own little War of the Roses.
I have the upper hand. Because I can always stop feeding him. But I will let him continue on with the illusion that he has some power, some say in matters.
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