Dog time comes at a terrible price:
Luckily, Judd wore two shirts, and took the button-down off before letting the dogs use the other one as a kleenex. He’s a smart cookie.
If I don’t wipe Harley’s mouth immediately after he drinks this happens:
He first drips all over the floor and then comes and wipes his face off on my pant leg, especially if I’m working a freshly ironed pair of slacks for work…