I get home today and the dog don't come runnin'. I call and she don't answer. She's on the bedroom floor, immobile. In the kitchen, the fridge door is open. Stuff's all over the place. Dog had helped herself to three cabbage rolls and half a casserole.
Dog is fifteen years old. Maybe she just wanted one more good meal.
Dumb ass dog...
never touched a single beer.
Dog is fine. Gonna live. But sweet Jeebus -- cabbage rolls?
3 weeks ago