I read a funny post on Knuckledraggin that said if a dog could speak, it’s first words would be “Dude, You gonna eat that?”
No kidding.
That lampshade is what hit the back of my legs as I took out the trash tonight. Tomorrow trash day is when I clear out the crap from the fridge. And in this case, it was the rest of some chorizo that I gave up on. Some is great. Some just melts into a pile of fatty goo, like this stuff.
Jasper wanted it bad though.
These dudes will eat anything. I saw Jasper chewing something on the walk today. When he dropped it, it was a dead, desiccated baby rat. Nasty.
Lord, Give me strength.
Inspected By Pat 