After a night's rest and a day in the kennel, Vinci has pent up energy. He does not know how terribly frightening he is to be around as leaps and bounds through narrow halls. Da Vinci also has a competitive edge. If he thinks you are either going up or down the stairs, he will mow over you just to be first. The other morning was no different. Normally, I dress in my room but I had laundry items all over the house. I grabbed by brassiere and headed down the stairs to finish dressing. Da Vinci's feet of thunder began and the race was on. I tried to get out of the way. I felt a tug at my arm and then a snap and quick release. Da Vinci's schozznla found the armhole of my brassiere. The speed and force of one Great Dane dog made the elasticity obsolete. There I stood with only half of my undergarment. Oh my mischievieous dog...Dog's do not wear BRAS!
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