We have a dog. An actual dog who likes to roll in raccoon poop and eat garbage.
He chose a rat. Ok. That's how I'm going to approach this from now on. He chose a rat. He can have his rat.
I have the amazing choc lab who retrieves tree branches the size of old oaks. She has actually carried firewood for me in her jaws. Firewood that hasn't been split. Big a$$ logs that would squish a rat.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
