in an effort to make tucker more respectable looking for the doggy social worker, we started making him wear his collar again. it's striped and multi-colored. the ruskie, of course, is not amused (or maybe she is, but with her you never know...):
ruskie: "i like your collar tucker...i'm not used to seeing you not looking like the stray dogs in moscow....you know the ones you find in the metro station...then the old babushkas beat them with brooms."
and then 5 minutes later:
ruskie: "i actually did have to work today....[explains what she did]...and then i killed a few polar bears."
oh, ruskie, as much as the jew wants your bedroom for all her crap, i'm pretty sure we're really going to miss you when you move out.
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