I was walking my dog tonight at the beginning of a thunderstorm, that moment when there's streaks of lightning and ample thunder-rolls but no rain. Cody (said dog) can't take loud noises, so I was having a tough time dragging him down the block trying to get him to do his doggie-business. No such luck, but my neighbor Alexandria's dog ran out the front door as we were passing by her house and started charging towards Cody. And what did Cody do? Pawed it in the face. YOWCH. It's name was Guido. Am I the only one that thinks that's a mean name to call a dog?
Here's a picture of Cody from two summers ago, the summer after we got him. I know he looks harmless, but he's a killer. That's what terriers are meant to do.
This song just oozes summer fun, even if THE MAN has put sliced tomatoes on hold this week.
Debbie Harry -- so hot, right?
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