Barley is a dog. A big dog. He sits by your side, or underneath you, or on top of you. Barley weighs 162 pounds. As I have become smaller, Barley has gotten... fatter. He is very sweet and wonderful company when writing. He has been known to growl at you for touching him even when he is on the second floor - and you're are on the first floor. Pretty miraculous, wouldn't you say? Barley is needy. Needs water to swim in and tennis balls. Most of all he needs his dad. He needs his dad all the time. He loves to lick his dad all the time. Barley, the needy big fat black dog with a loving soul.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Barley
Barley is a dog. A big dog. He sits by your side, or underneath you, or on top of you. Barley weighs 162 pounds. As I have become smaller, Barley has gotten... fatter. He is very sweet and wonderful company when writing. He has been known to growl at you for touching him even when he is on the second floor - and you're are on the first floor. Pretty miraculous, wouldn't you say? Barley is needy. Needs water to swim in and tennis balls. Most of all he needs his dad. He needs his dad all the time. He loves to lick his dad all the time. Barley, the needy big fat black dog with a loving soul.
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2 comments:
He's not fat, he's big boned... and severely misunderstood...
Barley's dad
So fat = misunderstood?
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