Dead-on, Rick

My inlaws have a Weimaraner. He's kind of grumpy and needy, but not even close to that undermedicated GSP b*tch we have. We're still trying to figure out what magic tonic or pills will save her (and us, and our house) on the Fourth of July and Halloween and New Years and Garbage Day and ...

And yes, I do kind of like it that she cares when I depart and arrive.

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