True Story
So, several years ago we bought Casey a collar on St. John; it’s sort of rainbow-ish and is says “Island Dog” on it. Yes, sometimes we plan in advance. I’ll add a picture of the collar when we’re a little more settled.
The other day we were at the house with Casey and one of the guys working on the house (on the railing, I think) asked me if she knew who her daddy is. I said, “Of course” (thinking he meant me).
He replied, “Well then, she can’t be an island dog, man.”
It took me a while to get it. Do you get it? If not, let me know, I’ll explain.
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