My Dog Deserves a Bad-Ass Theme Song

Monday, July 21, 2008 | comments (4)
This past week, our neighbors went on vacation and they asked me to pick up their mail and paper. At the same time, Honey has been learning how to "take," "bring," and "give" things. So, what better opportunity to put her new skills to the test? Here she is picking up our neighbor's paper and bringing it back to our house. Is she a bad-ass or what?

Song credit: Old 97's Theme Song, from Hitchhike to Rhome. I'm a little disappointed I wasn't able to sync up the end of the song with the movie file better. Oh well ... my movie-editing skills are a work-in-progress.


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Such a good puppy! Give her a scritch for me.

Posted by k on Jul 22, 2008 at 10:43:34 AM
she is so good! i was cracking up each time she dropped it! so cute!

Posted by Lisa Pimental on Jul 22, 2008 at 1:23:31 PM
omg...
i love the video..
and honey too...
and she has mad paper stealing..umm i mean fetching skillz...
xoxo!!

Posted by suicide_blond on Jul 24, 2008 at 10:56:45 PM
bet you ten bucks she steals your neighbors paper for the rest of her life.

good girl.

great video.

cute pup.

Posted by nate on Nov 07, 2008 at 11:48:08 PM
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