I was literally a babe-in-arms when my parents’ dog leaped up on the kitchen counter and ate five pounds of sausage. According to the story I heard years later, my mom assisted him to whoop it right back up, but I don’t know what her method was. It really was an emergency; the dog was an eight-pound min-Pin.
I was literally a babe-in-arms when my parents’ dog leaped up on the kitchen counter and ate five pounds of sausage. According to the story I heard years later, my mom assisted him to whoop it right back up, but I don’t know what her method was. It really was an emergency; the dog was an eight-pound min-Pin.