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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Embarassing Moment #3,647

Marty is hugging me. We are separated by the bottom half of the Dutch door leading into our den. We're having a nice moment, when he exclaims loudly to our boy dog,

"Winger! Dude! That is some awful, bad, poo breath you have!"

Sheepishly: "That's not Winger. It's me..." (and it wasn't my breath either. The other end....)

He couldn't stop laughing for about five minutes.

Lucky for me, I laughed too.

But still....mortifying. Usually the dog gets blamed.

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