So I get home and look a window and see my 10 week old St. Bernard puppy Warner playing outside. So I go out my side door and get in the backyard and by that time I don't see him. Put then I see him in the pool. I shriek like a big queen and immediately jump in the pool to save him. But the little fucker instead decides to swim to me. He's doggy paddling (naturally). I get him out and go to grab a towel. The fucker jumped back in. He loves the water.
Not loving the water so much though? My Dolce & Gabbana Razr phone. Totally not a fan...
So if you're reading this and you know me personally (or just want me to call you and ask about your preference of the beef
or the fish
taco), email me your number.