My Pride and Joy....
Usually I come home to a big brown dog tail waving like a flag in the air. Today, I come home to this.
If you have "the OTHER kind of pet" you may recognize this object gracefully draped around her. It is a cat door. My dog has figured out that if she crams her head into the closet we call the cat room and pulls really hard, she can pop off the sliding door lock. Then, the feasting begins! Wet cat food, dry cat food, fresh cat poops, what more could a big dog want? As much as her amazing intelligence and ability to play me like a flute would lead me to believe otherwise, she's still a dog.
If you have "the OTHER kind of pet" you may recognize this object gracefully draped around her. It is a cat door. My dog has figured out that if she crams her head into the closet we call the cat room and pulls really hard, she can pop off the sliding door lock. Then, the feasting begins! Wet cat food, dry cat food, fresh cat poops, what more could a big dog want? As much as her amazing intelligence and ability to play me like a flute would lead me to believe otherwise, she's still a dog.
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