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Dog is ridiculously uncoordinated.

She goes into what looks like a spastic epileptic fit in attempt to catch food I throw at her.

Yet, she has a remarkable ability to balance things on her head.

Dog:  "I hate you..."

Dog:  "Why do you do this to me, assholes..."

 

Dog:  "Seriously? A drink called 'Sac Sac'? 

Are you trying to Special Olympics-slow-pitch-shit 

material for me to make fun of you?"