Dog: "I'm going to kill that woman and bury her in this hole....oh shit here she comes."

[lark]

28. My old golden retriever played hurt.

He didn't like being put in the garage at night, so sometimes when we'd call him, he'd get up real slow, like he was hurting, even whimpering to further the mirage. then he'd slowly limp to the door. The thing was he'd forget after he went up the steps which leg he'd been limping on and switch to the other one. We'd laugh at him and call him out and he'd switch back to the other leg. Such a beautiful dog and sweet faker, I miss him still.