I’m pretty sure my dog thinks I’m crazy

As I bent over yesterday to retrieve the “fertilizer” my dog had just deposited on a neighbor’s lawn, viagra cheap I could swear he looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.

I think he wonders why I keep following him around picking up what he puts down.

Am I starting a collection?

Do I keep it in a scrapbook?

I swear I think I actually heard him mumble under his breath…
“dude, viagra sales physician you spent six months yelling at me whenever I left one of those on the carpet and now you spend all your time following me around, picking the stuff up and carrying it home? Let’s elminate the middleman and I’ll go back to leaving it in the living room. What do ya say?”

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