‘doggie-pulp’
The first time I left Debbie’s dog, Jax, and Dolce together, I fully expected to return home to a pile of warm, oozing doggie-pulp on the inlaid hardwood floors at the house.
Much to my surprise, they survived. Thank goodness.
My next biggest fear is these two little munchkins ganging up on me and using their four sad puppy dog eyes together, unified, for evil and not for good.
We’ll see.
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