Q. Why don't dogs make good dancers?
A. Because they have two left feet.
A. Because they have two left feet.
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- Gung Hay Fat Choy
- Weird dreams
- Thank you, God
- What if?
- A flashlight, not a spotlight
- Playing his cards
- Merry Christmas from twodogsblogging
- Muzzle-tov
- Step Two
- A cry for help
- My primary purpose
- Dancing dogs
- How full is your basket?
- Switched to Beta
- AA joke
- Congratulations to my Higher Power
- Today's view
- Twodogs new logo
- Get off my sofa, you twit!
- Truthiness
- Pearl Harbor Day, or the day after
- Rats need love, too
- Stick meeting
- There's no excitement in my life today . . .
- Borat and snow
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- I am a performance poet and writer. In a former life I was probably a gypsy. I am content wherever I am because I have the rooms of the Fellowship. I have 31 years of recovery, had a liver transplant in 2005 and am currently writing a daily meditation book for recovering addicts and alcoholics. I have two German shepherds, a fantastic husband and a great life.
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