First....wait...does this even matter anymore. I'm sure since this is the first time in a year I have ever gotten first......it probably matters not. But hey, who cares....I"M FIRST!!!
Jesus Christ!! It's a fucking joke people. Oh, and my "reality" is just fine, thanks for your concern (insert sarcastic tone here). My husband works hard every day, so I have no problem getting him a beer when he asks for one. Sorry your man doesn't earn it too.
I once had a housemate whose dog could do this from a large esky. The dog was called Grip and he was probably even tougher looking than this dog, being a less-than-pure staffordshire terrier.
The owner only had to look at the dog and click the side of his empty can in and out. Like this dog, Grip got very excited while he did it, and when I saw him do the trick the first beer he pulled from the esky (having to plunge his nose into the ice and water) he accidentally bit through. As the beer sprayed around his face he calmly turned back to the esky, flipped the lid up with his nose, put the broken can back and got a fresh one that he delivered safely.
My flatmate would routinely send him to close doors he had forgotten or leave him in his unsecured car. If you tried to reach in for the keys the dog would spring from behind the passenger set and set his jaws firmly around your wrist in an instant - before you could even think to pull away. I know this because my flatmate asked me to grab the keys from the car for him soon after he had moved in. I was so amused I nearly soiled myself.
Grip had a son, Spanner, who was a puppy. Spanner once stole one of my thongs (as in footwear - flipflops, jandals, double-pluggers) and dragged it out into some chest high grass that grew in the next acre to the one our house was on. Lost it.
My flatmate showed Grip the remaining thong and told him to go and find it in the grass. From our elevated entranceway we watched the tops of the grasses sway, showing us Grip's efforts as he traced back and forth through the grass searching.
After 30 seconds he stopped, then ran directly back to use, a thong in his mouth. That I had never seen before.
David pointed at my remaining thong and said "No, another one like this!".
Grip immediately dropped what had now become another piece of rubbish to him and resumed his search for a full 5 minutes or so.
He found my thong.
And in case you missed that part, a thong is worn on a foot, not a freckle.
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