Jingle has a boyfriend. His name is Flip. He lives on our street, and he has a fenced in yard.
“How you doin’?”
Of course, Jingle plays hard to get.
I’m not even looking at you. I’m a service dog. You’re just a mutt from the pound. I’m checking out the fence. The fence is way more interesting than you. Wait! I think this smell is you! Wait! I was once just a mutt at the pound.
Okay I admit it, you had me at hello.
She’s a sucker for a salt & pepper beard.
BRILLIANT!!
Jingle’s become part of your family and your word so quickly. Cool.
That would be “world.”
Yes, I am a professional editor. What makes you ask?
sheesh!
nice.
crack me up.
You are very silly. And I love that the Jings has a buddy.