I have two furry friends that I love to pieces, but sometimes yell, “I hate dogs!”
–I came back to the dog’s R.V. Twice this week to find that they had eaten my bread.
The first was a bag of tortillas. I opened the door to the R.V to find a half-eaten bag on the floor. The dogs had even eaten the plastic bag in their pleasure, for there was no remains of plastic bags anywhere to be found.
After I yelled: “I hate dogs!” I proceeded to salvaged the rest of the bag of tortillas by cutting them in half.
Have you ever tried to eat a half of a burrito? O, brother.
–The second time this week, I left the dogs in their R.V. And came back to a half eaten loaf of bread. I share with my dogs and give them the crusts whenever I eat a sandwhich. So what do I find? The dogs only tore off the crusts and left the middle for me. Again there was no remains of the plastic bags. Now why do yell I hate dogs? Because they’re common bread thieves!
–For the love of dogs,