A Long Day
I should be working a lot today, but I can't concentrate because I'm being sent to Oxford (that's right, uh-huh) in the jolly olde United Kingdom for six months and I have a billion things to get done before I go and it's driving me crazy. I get to stay at the rocking company guest house.
But I have to have someone take care of my bee-yoo-tiful pets while I'm gone. This is Buster. He is not on a respirator. He has just removed an annoying squeaker from a new toy. Now he is playing with the squeaker instead of the toy.
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