June, the 2011 NBA Finals are on, and we are all watching with bated breath in the hopes that the Miami Heat and the narcissistic, dramatic and bragging Lebron James will be defeated. Eyes glued to the screen we all hear a whining and growling from behind us on the couch, from a supposedly sleeping puppy. And we all turn to see...
Desperate for every ounce of attention to be on her. How dare we watch television so intently while there was attention for her to have!? The true Boxer in her came out that night, our needy little clown!
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