Maya: “Did you go out with Janie last night?”
Me: “Yeah, we wound up at Joyride with some pack of bankers and attorneys.”
Maya: “Good night?”
Me: “Well, if the mark of a good night is a grown woman climbing through her doggy door to get home…then it was a fucking great night.”
Maya: “Annnnd, this is why I don’t go out with you guys.”
(For the record…it wasn’t me, because there’s no way I’d fit through a dog door built for a Sheltie.)
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
Oooh a bunch of bankers and attorneys. That sounds like the most boring jackass crowd possible. They should totally make those doggie doors bigger even if just for our self-esteem. Cool – I just wasted 12 seconds looking up how to spell doggie . To save you future wasted time, it can be spelled both ways.
They all went to the same local boy’s prep school, and are all still friends. I will try and refrain from pointing out how typical that is. Oh…wait…
And I learned something new today!
That is awesome and realize that I need a doggie door probably for a Newfoundland.
Janie probably weighs 90lbs, and is like 5 ft nothing, so EVERYBODY needs a doggy door bigger than she does. Bitch. I love her…but on this ONE ISSUE…she is a bitch. lol