I walk the dog, Luna, usually 2 times a day. We walk around the neighborhood. The new neighborhood, where I do not know anyone, since I just moved to Florida from Pennsylvania.
I pick up Luna's poop, in a plastic bag, everyday. I HATE meeting my NEW neighbors holding a big ol' bag of poop. It's even worse when I carry the bag of poop in my right hand. No one wants to shake my hand.
Friday, April 15, 2005
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