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Gwen loses it on Blake Shelton


Last night Hollywoods hottest couple stepped out on the red carpet and Blake's behavior was horrible.

She went on Ellen this afternoon explain her story

"Im through with this guy - last night was just awful"

Everyone is talking about this story > >












The next day, the brought Grandpa down to the dock. It was much hotter than it had been the day before, and, racing ahead of the two of them, I made sure the duck family was out in the middle of the pond where it belonged. The was wearing another shirt with a hood, and the three of us trotted to the end of the dock and looked down into the green water. The ducks swam over to see what we were looking at, and I pretended I knew. You watch, hell dive underwater; I promise, the said. Ill believe it when I see it, Grandpa replied. We walked back to the shore side of the dock. Grandpa grabbed my collar. Go! he shouted. The took off running, and after only a second Grandpa released me so I could follow. Ethan sailed off the end of the dock and made a huge splash, which the ducks complained about to each other, bobbing in the waves. I ran to the end of the dock and barked, then looked back at Grandpa. Go get him, Bailey! Grandpa urged. I looked down at the frothy water where the had gone in, then back at Grandpa. He was old and moved pretty slow, but I couldnt believe he was so daft that he wasnt going to do anything about this new situation. I barked some more. Go on! Grandpa told me. I suddenly understood and looked at him in disbelief. Did I have to do everything in this family With one more bark I dove off the end of the dock, swimming down toward the bottom, where I could sense Ethan lying motionless. I gripped his collar in my jaws and headed for air. See! He saved me! the called when we both surfaced. Good , Bailey! Grandpa and the shouted together. Their praise pleased me so much I took off after the ducks, who quacked stupidly as they swam away. I got so close to being able to nip off a few tail feathers that a couple of them flapped their gs and briefly took flight, which meant I , in my opinion. The rest of the afternoon was spent playing Rescue Me, and my anxiety gradually dissipated as I learned that the could pretty much fend for himself in that pond, though it so delighted him whenever I hauled him to the surface I dove after him every single time. The ducks eventually climbed out of the water and sat by the edge of the pond and watched us without comprehension. Why they didnt fly up into the trees with the other birds Id never understand. I could see no reason to ever leave the Farm, but when Dad arrived a few days later and Mom started walking from room to room, opening drawers and pulling things out, I had a feeling we were going to move yet again and began pacing anxiously, afraid Id be left behind. It wasnt until the called, Car ride! that I was allowed to climb in and hang my head out the dow. The horse, Flare, stared at me with what I assumed was unrestrained jealousy, and both Grandma and Grandpa hugged me before we drove away. We wound up going back home, and I was delighted to reacquaint myself with the kids and dogs in the neighborhood, but not Smokey. We played games and I chased balls and wrestled with my friend Marshmallow, so busy having fun I was completely unprepared for the morning a few days later when we all got up early and I found myself being unceremoniously led out to the garage. I immediately ran out the dog door and confirmed that Ethan and Mom were both leaving, Ethan taking off with the rest of the ren in the same yellow bus. Well, this was intolerable. I barked for a while, and from down the street Marshmallow answered, so we barked at each other, but that didnt help as much as youd think. I moodily went back into the garage, sniffing with disdain at the doghouse. I would not spend my day in there, I decided, even though it was the softest place around. I saw Smokeys feet undernea

th the door and put my nose to the crack and inhaled his scent, letting out a frustrated sigh. I didnt sense a lot of sympathy coming from him. Because I was a big dog now, the doorknob was easily within reach, and it occurred to me that there was something I could do about my predicament. I put my paws on the door, took the knob in my mouth, and twisted it. Nothing happened, but I kept trying, and eventually, with a small click, the door fell open! Smokey had been sitting on the other side, probably laughing, but when I saw him he sure wasnt laughing anymore. His pupils grew dark and he turned and fled, so naturally I followed him, skittering around the corner and barking when he leaped up on the counter. It was much better in the house. The night before, pizza dinner had arrived at the front door in a long, flat box, which was still sitting on the counter and therefore easily accessible. I pulled it onto the floor and ate the delicious cardboard, shredding the less flavorful parts, while Smokey watched in feigned disgust. Then I ate a can of his cat food, licking the metal clean. Normally, I wasnt allowed to sleep on the couch, but I couldnt see any reason to follow that rule, since clearly everything had changed now that I was inside the house by myself. I settled in for a nice nap, my head on a soft pillow, the sun warm on my back. Sometime later, I realized the sun had moved, which was most inconvenient, and I changed positions on the couch, groaning. Not long after that, I heard the distinctive sound of one of the kitchen cupboards opening and raced in to see what was happening. Smokey was on the counter and had reached up and opened a door, which I thought was extremely enterprising of him. I watched intently as he leaped inside the cupboard, his tiny nose sniffing at the delicious items inside. He looked down at me, calculating something. I decided to bite at the base of my tail a bit, and when I turned back I was intrigued to see that Smokey was batting at a bag of food. He hit it once, twice, and on the third smack toppled the thing out of the cupboard and onto the floor!


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