Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Just the Translator

Lightning at the Dog Park

My son’s working on the computer when Lightning the pug jumps in his lap and lays down on his arm.

“How am I supposed to type with a dog laying on my arm?” the boy asks either me or the dog, I’m not sure which.

Lightning looks at me and pants a few times.

“He says you need to start thinking outside the bun,” I tell the boy.

“Ummmm . . .”

“Yeah, I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either, but that’s what he said.”

  1 comment for “Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Just the Translator

  1. gabby
    3 Sep 2007 at 10:59 am

    pink tounge

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