Not feeling his best on Monday, our Springer Spaniel puppy threw up his breakfast, and then gobbled it up again off the carpet.
Then, a half hour later, threw it up again and ate it.
Then threw it up and walked away.
On communication, professional and otherwise.
That sounds like a roommate that a roommate of mine had in college.
Steve C.
That sounds like a roommate that a roommate of mine had in college.
Steve C.
That sounds like a roommate that a roommate of mine had in college.
Steve C.
That’s why we also have a cat.
I’ve seen the dog. You’re gonna need a bigger cat.
A dog who’s green! He recycles!
Are you sure Charlie’s not working at the news desk of a major daily?
Honestly, folks, Charlie’s little incident is a metaphor in search of its purpose.
Dogs are disgusting. Mine does what yours does, and tops it with his interest in eating his poop–and other dogs’ poop.
My wife and kids don’t get why I refuse to let my dog lick me. I know where that tongue has been!
At the risk of causing some deja vu for a few other speechwriters out there, try inserting ‘CEO’ instead of ‘Springer Spaniel puppy’ and ‘draft speech’ instead of ‘breakfast’…