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He’s no dancer

Woke up really missing my black chow Bear this morning and discovered that poor little Harry Ha Ha’s legs are just too short to dance with me in the kitchen. Bear and I use to dance together all the time before she got too old. Harry was just looking at me, like, “really, are you freakin kidding? I’m not built for this!” Plus it was really hard on my back. Guess Harry’s built for rock hunting not rock and roll…