My grandmother once had a dog who brought home an entire birthday cake. Icing still on it. Whole. And in his mouth. To this day my grandmother has no idea where he got it.
Y'don't know me, but I'm on a random journal-wandering through friends' lists and thought this worthy of mention. My mother's dog barks at the concrete rabbit in her back yard. And steals food given the chance.
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My mother's dog barks at the concrete rabbit in her back yard. And steals food given the chance.