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?
Just because I'm a little wet I have to stay in the garage. Damn. This sucks.
Umm.Hello?
Must have treat.
I'm dry now. And I'm serious about that treat.I'm WAIT-INNNG.
OMG. The service here is HORRIBLE.
Check, please!
