My golden retriever has paws of clay were on all day date with this nice lady.
Day started out ruff for golden retriever boy as I picked this fine woman up we hit gym furry boy was like W.T.B. translation what the biscuits dad left me at home.
We both then took Dunc to park then to breakfast.
Thing is this woman doesn’t understand Duncs ride in front seat yep he’s a fat head.
Total grumpy drama in car from Dunc oh father why am i doing rear seating it’s my Rosa Parks moment.
The golden shit head turned to look out back window to show he was pissed as we drove to park.
And if he could actually speak I imagine he’d sound like Sylvester the cat son from looney tunes.
Dad why am i in back seat i have seniority ,so now she’s on couch rubbing Dunc belly all is forgiven yet earlier she had pie and dunc totally tossed out his attitude/ negotiations on car seating over giving her no personal space as she consumed her pie.
Yep paws of clay.
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Still chuckling about this... 
He sure is!
Rosa Parks moment... 
I can do a pretty good imitation of him. “Oh Father, I’m so ashamed….” (puts paper bag over head)
Dunc is a hard nut to crack I see …. until the belly rub commences.
