The pack leader who understands the sequence: exercise, discipline, affection, treats, snuggles, more treats, maybe even a massage.
The annual collaring, and this time it’s pretty badass.
He is really, really upset with all this unwanted attention. Can’t we all go back to hating each other and stabbing our voodoo dolls?
Instead of throwing a princess party, we’re having someone dressed in a lab coat show up for Chuck’s next birthday.
So much love from his little corner of Utah to you.
The blood work is going to come back and indicate that there is too much Morrissey in his system.
This is the reason peanut butter was invented.
Christmas colors in May, a perfect metaphor for these next few weeks.
And then the house smelled like a fiesta for days.
What’s the Hawaiian expression for “I am going to pee on your couch”?