I'm a little rescued dog. I have friends. I get into trouble. I sit pretty.
...and now I have a brother...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Picnic
Above are pieces of my dog kibble. I just don't think it's good enough to eat it in my bowl, so I take a few pieces at a time in my mouth, and go "picnic" somewhere else. Today I felt like dining al fresco on the living room rug. Sometimes I even bury it for future snacking.
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