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Mort and maturity

When do they grow up?

*Conversation at dog training class*
Woman with puppy: How old is your dog?
Me: One year.
Woman: Oh, so he's nice and mature then...and calm.
Me: Ummmm...
Mort: I think...I think...there is a LEAF OVER THERE
Me: Maybe?
Mort: I THINK THE LEAF IS MOVING

Swagger

Me: I'm worried about Mort's hips, because of the way he walks.
Vet: I think he just walks like that because his nuts are so big.


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