True story: today, our ancient labrador mutt got out of the yard (she’s doing that a lot since a dead tree smashed a section of our fence) and we found her trotting down our quiet street with a whole, intact pizza slice in her mouth. I tried to get a picture of her, but she
ran away to the neighbor’s yard and proceeded to
bury the pizza in the yard.
It lies there still, and Elizabeth and I were just debating which is worse: to leave your dog’s pizza in the neighbor’s yard, or get caught digging it up.
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Best of luck with the deliberations. Happy to have a found very early contender for my favorite blog post of 2015.
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