See this porkchop in my mouth...well, it's mine. Don't even think about trying to grab it or calling the other dogs to mug me...'cause this is MY porkchop.
Don't worry, you can have your pork chop. I bet if I sweet-talked to you and told you I promised I wouldn't take it, after growling a bit you'd even let me stroke your head. The thing is, I'm hooked on those pork chops they sell at state and county fairs. Hopefully Floridacracker never gives you one of those, or you'll be hooked for life, like I am.
Hey Darlene,Somehow this one chop survived my ravenous horde(the kids). Flounder is the skinniest of our dogs so he was chosen as the lucky dog. Nothing like a breaded, fried pork chop to fatten someone up...
Oh, and even though he looks serious, this sweet dog would let you take it out of his mouth with nary a growl. That's why he's so skinny.
He's adorable! I say he deserves the chop.
Weary,It's true. He reeks of adorability.Take care.
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