Usually I like to spend my mornings terrorizing my brother, thrashing some toys, barking my head off and looking for any bit of trouble I can sink my teeth into. My brother also enjoys starting his day with some big-time singing-christmas-tree-mouse-toy abuse and general running about. This morning, however, we're still feeling the effects of last evening's serious dog park partying, and our plans are just to sleep it off for most of the day. Our motto is "go hard or go home," and now that we actually are home I'm not planning to move from this spot until the next time I hear my humans open the meat locker. We've got some dog park hangovers.
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