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Plumpy Dog = Dinner?

(Discussing various places for our pet to spend the night while we are out of town. And mentioning my sister’s dog Beckham in the convo.)

J: Petsmart can’t be all that bad. Beckham stays there.

Me: Yea.

J: Beck Ham. NOM NOM NOM.

Me: /facepalm lol. I’m going to tell Deidre that you are trying to eat her dog.

J: I wouldn’t say that to D. But I would eat him. He’s all plumpy.

Me: /guffaw

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