I had an argument with a dog.
It was in a quiet, quiet room with only a couple of people, and I was having a conversation with my dog, Marie.
My dog is a big cat, and she was having an argument about something, and Marie just kind of started barking, and all of a sudden she was out of control.
She just ran out the door.
My son had just gotten out of the car and was walking out, and he saw her and he ran over and grabbed her.
He was like, “No, no, no.
That’s not a good idea.
What’s going on?
What is wrong with this dog?”
He’s the only person that I’ve ever known that I think would ever want to have a dog with a serious personality.
She was very angry, and then I got in my car and drove away.
I was driving back home and I looked out my window and there was Marie, and my heart just broke.
I had no idea that she had that personality.
I’m not the best person to ask that question to.
But when she was in the car, I was like this: “How can I be the happy person if I’m the worst dog on the planet?”
But I had a feeling I would be the best dog on this planet, because that was what I was going to be when I was a kid.
I grew up with a mom and a dad who would pick up my stuff at the store, and that’s what I did.
I went to college and went to work in the city, and at least at the beginning, my mom had the freedom to do what she wanted.
But as I grew older, she would stop picking up the stuff, and so I was not going to have that freedom.
I could be at the park and she’d be picking up my trash.
I would get into arguments with her about stuff that I shouldn’t have, like the trash can.
And I remember I was trying to pick up some chicken, and the day before, my mother had taken it out of my truck, and it had been sitting in my driveway for five days.
It’s a beautiful piece of land, but I don’t want to throw it away.
And so I took it to the store and bought some chicken from a local supermarket.
She would not let me take it to a grocery store.
So, my parents were like, you know what, I just can’t allow this to happen.
I mean, it was my whole world, and now I’m trying to keep my own kids in it.
Marie was the happiest dog on Earth, and people loved her, and they would go out of their way to give her love.
But it’s not that they knew I was her best friend.
It wasn’t like they would tell me, “You’re my best friend, and you’re not the worst.”
They’d say, “Oh, Maries, that’s awesome, that is so wonderful.
You’re my only friend, so you have to be happy.
That means everything to me.
I know how much you care about this world.
You are my friend.”
I grew out of that.
But then, eventually, when I realized that, Mariah started to show up on my doorstep.
It would always come out of nowhere, and, by then, I had the tools to be able to put it into practice.
So I started doing it.
I started taking pictures of myself in front of my house.
And one day, my phone started ringing.
I said, “Hi, it’s my dog,” and it was Mariah.
I just kept saying, “Hello, Maris.
Can I have a picture of you?
Can I take a picture?”
She would get excited.
“Yes!
I am in my yard with a new dog.”
“Hi Maries.
What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the beach.
I’ve been up all night.”
She was like: “Oh yeah, and what about you?”
I was happy to oblige.
I got up and started taking some pictures.
I put my phone away, and when I walked back into the house, Maried was there.
I remember that day when she got up, it felt like an earthquake.
The day I met her, she was really excited.
We went on a date.
We ended up talking about life and about animals.
I asked her: “Do you have any pictures of me?”
She said, Yes, I do.
I love dogs.
And we started talking about what it was like to be a dog in this world, because she’s a little bit of a freak.
She has very long hair.
She likes to wear clothes that are really big.
She loves to be with other dogs, but she likes to be alone.
She doesn’t like the things that people wear.
She always likes to keep her head down
