NewMama and I returned home from work this week to find the newspaper and the enclosed store circulars strewn everywhere. It wasn't the disaster area that we have come to expect, where dogbert had a party and shredded everything into confetti. This time was different. It was as if he was searching for something. We found Ramsay at the dining room table, relaxing with a mug of dog-cider and some puppy trail mix, perusing the pet store sale ads and diligently composing his wish list for Santa-Hund.
|oh, hey guys! |
say, is "rawhide" one word or two?