It's Father's Day, and I have some feelings about the grill.
Is this your brand on Milled? Claim it.
Dad,
I'm not great with words (or doorknobs), so I'll keep this short. Happy Father's Day.
I didn't get you a card because I ate it, but I meant every word that was on it. You taught me to sit, to stay, and to look extremely innocent near the grill. You share the couch, the walks, and on the good days, a corner of whatever's cooking. I noticed all of it.
So here's my plan. There's a new Summer BBQ line of soft training treats, smoky and bite-sized and somehow under 2 calories each, which means more of them for me. I think we should get the haul and spend the summer like this: you flipping burgers, me waiting patiently underneath. For training. Mostly.
Love,
Your pup
P.S. The good treats live in the top drawer. I've always known.
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