My dear dogs, Marty and Porkchop are a bit of a distraction during home games. Besides the expected crotch sniffing and having to go outside to pee every 7 minutes, I have been advised that they are the foulest smelling dogs on the face of the planet. An especially gassy Pitbull-Great Dane cross, Marty is at least 70 pounds. A small child would not suffice for supper. They continually hound my guests for love, attention, and snacks. They shed on their clothes, steal their shoes, and swoop in for unwanted kisses at every possible turn. I've also never caught anyone cheating.Up the Ante, JJ.
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