this sort of sums up my family’s sense of humor:

my sis (looking across the beach to it’s high stone walls): kev, didn’t your dog fall off that cliff over there when i was like 7 years old?

kev, my cousin: oh yeah…he fell off and landed on his back. my sister let him off the leash on that landing, and he ended up on his back off the cliff.

*everyone laughs*

my sis: that’s horrible! did he walk weird after that?

uncle kevin, kev’s dad: well, we were trying to train him off the leash, and obviously we were extremely unsuccessful.


kev: but my dad’s method of training was the michael vick school of dog training.

*hilarity encompasses the beach*

uncle kevin: well, it worked on the children…figured we’d give it shot!

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