Look at this cute little guy that showed up at my house. I
could tell he was someone’s pooch because he had a collar and had been groomed but holy moly,
did he have some swingers on him. They were
almost as big as he was. I’m surprised
he wasn’t dragging his little behind.
He was very sweet and well-behaved in the car. I knocked on doors for about 45 minutes and
finally found his home. The grandkids
were visiting and left the gate open. I
did suggest a name tag but I really wanted to say, get the poor boy
fixed.
