L: What’s up with you?
B: I can’t seem to hold my head up this morning.
L: Long night?
B: I dreamt Clint Eastwood kept telling me to go eff myself when all I wanted was a new rawhide bone.
L: I hate that dream.
L: What’s up with you?
B: I can’t seem to hold my head up this morning.
L: Long night?
B: I dreamt Clint Eastwood kept telling me to go eff myself when all I wanted was a new rawhide bone.
L: I hate that dream.
