OMG, those are the nastiest creatures alive ... A game warden brought one to my dad to fix up after he got tangled up in someone's fishing line (bastards, clean up after yourselves if you lose your line ... sheesh). Anyway, being the slave labor of the place, I had to clean out his kennel every day -- 3 times a day! Good Lord, it stunk to high heaven!!
I was never so glad to see an animal leave that place as I was when "Mr. Cleaver" left ... Mean little **** too!
I need to go back to therapy now ... this has been a traumatic recollection for me ...
I was never so glad to see an animal leave that place as I was when "Mr. Cleaver" left ... Mean little **** too!
I need to go back to therapy now ... this has been a traumatic recollection for me ...