Just my luck that my soul mate in life turns out to be a dog. We can spend lot’s of time together and never argue, even though he never listens. We sleep together, and on my restless nights I might knock him off the bed . He doesn’t complain. He just goes back to sleep. What a trooper. When I run out of dog food he might eat liverwurst or pancakes, whatever I am having. His breath stinks but not like my old girlfriend’s.
The Joking Life 