No matter how many runs she sandbags, I will always love my Lazybug.
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The 'Almost Wordless Wednesday' details: I should tell you that I love this fleabag to bits and pieces. I love her more than W. I kid. Sort of. But when 1/2m into a 3m jog she decides to start dragging her paws and pretending to be a 65lb weight on the end of a rope, I want nothing more than to tie her to the nearest tree and pick her up later. Maybe. AND THEN when we get home and she goes all off the reservation crazy and starts tearing around the house with endless amounts of energy? That is when I want to put her in a closet.
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