It was quite a stand-off. I had the bone in one hand and her collar in the other as I tried to extract the bone from her mouth. She rose up on her hind feet as I tugged, glaring at me with primal rage, and gnawing furiously trying to get whatever turkey goodness she could before her inevitable submission.
Poor Dallas. She was so close to having her own Thanksgiving feast...
Well, she got the knucle-y part that won't kill her. She had her party.
That pup is kinda suicidal, you know?
If my heart would start beating and not racing right now, that'd be good.
This is, what, the fourth time she's tried to do herself in?
Chocolate, Anti Depressants, Hair dye, Turkey Bone...
Kid has issues.
t stares sternly at Cassie's heart
t gets distracted by Cassie's tits
Cry for help, hon. Cry for help.
Or a makeover?
Waterproof mascara.
I am freaking out still. I think I am going to install a Nephlet cam so I can always know he's okay. Except, of course, when he isn't. Which is not ever going to be allowed again. Ever.
Its a reasonable thing to get freaked out over, imho.
Wikipedia says Portland was a coin-toss away from being named Boston. Hee.
Oh Cass, how terrifying! I'm so glad he will be okay.