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Ben gets a treat after his morning and afternoon walk.
OK, OK. We're bad dog parents. They're freakin' Milk Bones. He loves them. And they don't turn his insides into a volcanic lava flow, which most other fancy dog food does. So Milk Bones it is.
We were a little tardy with the p.m. dog treat delivery tonight. What hath a sad dog wrought?
Georgia. Ben. Related. Testing short form comment.
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ReplyDeleteI won't call the SPCA over the Milkbones if you don't call them about my MarroBones.
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