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The Weekend Of A Twentysomething, As Told By Dogs

It's a ruff lyfe. For a doggone good time, head to AMF this weekend.

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4:59 p.m.: The work week finally comes to its sweet and joyous end!

5:23 p.m.: You head home for a little R&R.


Maybe just a couple eps of Real Housedogs of Miami...

5:25 p.m.: Accidental nap happens.

The best accident in all of life.
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The best accident in all of life.

6:46 p.m.: A text message wakes you.


6:47 p.m.: You've only been awake for a second, but you immediately know the answer:

8:02 p.m.: You nosh hardcore while planning your night.


"This bread is hella dope. How's your bread?"


9:02 p.m.: You head to your Broholmer's place for the PREGAME.

10:35 p.m.: You catch a cab downtown to go bar hopping.

12:11 a.m.: You try to lead the group to a club, but everybody has their own agenda.

12:42 a.m.: You finally get to the club and start to get loose.


"The ruff, the ruff, the ruff is on fire!"

1:27 a.m.: Your dancing suffers as the night grows late and your legs grow tired.

2:13 a.m.: You catch a cab home, sleepy and exhausted.


7:00 a.m.: Your alarm goes off for work, but you're like NOPPPEE.

12:32 p.m.: Eventually, you make it out of bed.

1:00 p.m.: You decide to be productive and get a few chores done around the house.

2:03 p.m.: You can't decide what to do with the rest of your day when a friend suggests you go chill at her pool.


"Pawwwwwfect idea."

3:24 p.m.: You and your friend frolic around the pool all afternoon.

4:57 p.m.: Suddenly you remember you have a Facebook event for a dinner thing that night.

5:13 p.m.: You text the host to get the details.


6:04 p.m.: You go home, take a shower, and get ready.

7:07 p.m.: You show up a few minutes late to dinner.



7:11 p.m.: Everyone's happy to see you.

7:21 p.m.: You're famished, but no one else is touching the appetizers.

7:47 p.m.: Hanger sets in by the time dinner is served.


"Bone appétit."

8:24 p.m.: Then you go a little too hard on desserts.



9:12 p.m.: Somebody has too much wine and starts dissing your friend.

But of course you're too polite to say anything.
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But of course you're too polite to say anything.

9:52 p.m.: But then they tell some hot gossip about your ex.


"That female dog did whhhhhhhaaaaatttttt?"

11:12 p.m.: All the food and wine finally catches up with you.


Time to hit the old dusty trail.


11:00 a.m.: You're jazzed about getting out of bed because you and your friends made BRUNCHHH PLANNNS.

12:32 p.m.: The waitress brings like eight French toasts and a dozen eggs to the table.


But what about the woofles?

1:02 p.m.: You eat so much you're basically done.

2:34 p.m.: You decide to go to the park, grab some green, and work on your tan.

"My fur is gonna be golden."
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"My fur is gonna be golden."

3:53 p.m.: A few hours in the sun has you feeling pretty relaxed.

4:02 p.m.: You head home and decide to take a little cat nap.

5:27 p.m.: You wake up with a start, feeling as though you've slept for days.


"OMG, I've been hibernating for 100 years, and everyone I know and love is probably dead."

7:00 p.m.: You grab a beverage, plop down on the couch, and prepare for the Sunday night lineup.

"There's Game of Bowls, True Dogtective, Mad Dogs... ooooh, and I have The Dachshundlorette recorded from last week."
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"There's Game of Bowls, True Dogtective, Mad Dogs... ooooh, and I have The Dachshundlorette recorded from last week."

9:47 p.m.: Season finale got you like:

12:11a.m.: Suddenly you're trapped inside the movie on TV!

12:13 a.m.: Nevermind it was only a dream. You can't keep your eyes open any longer.


You head off to your bed and doggie dreamland. It's been a long weekend, but a good one.

Roll in to AMF for a great time this weekend.

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