...and another one gone, another one gone: another one bites the dust!
Death on Four Legs struck again yesterday after Russet left for work. When I got home at around 11pm, I noticed a paper towel in the floor, indicative that a Certain Poodle Princess had been scrounging again, but I couldn't find any evidence or destruction elsewhere. So I threw away said paper towel and ultimately went to bed.
Fast-forward to 6am. Russet gets home, and immediately spots a former jar of peanut butter under the table.
At least it was a Jiff Premium that had zero artificial ingredients.
Fast-forward to 6am. Russet gets home, and immediately spots a former jar of peanut butter under the table.
At least it was a Jiff Premium that had zero artificial ingredients.
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Corey's old dog Oscar at a loaf of heavy-duty bread and a giant family-sized tub of Country Crock butter once. It took him a couple of really miserable days to get it all out of his system. Yuck!
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Iron stomach, this one has. Big contrast to Russet's previous poodle who was rather ill, gastro-intestinally speaking, prior to his demise.
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YET.
:-)