We just had to go help a person who my wife volunteered to let their dogs out and feed their other animals last night.
Nasty, disgusting doublewide trailer. Inside were the 4 sweetest dogs I've ever met.
150lb St. Bernard
120lb Cujo/furball
100lb old hound
10lb brain trauma furball (ran circles in his cage)...so I call him NASCAR Mike.
But they went too far when we had to go to the room labeled as "The cat room". Opening the door brought me the closest to ever smelling death I've ever been. Repulsive. Old tattered bed in the middle of the room. Piles of disgusting stains everywhere.
How those 4 dogs could be so awesome in the middle of such squallor is beyond me.
Seeing your dogs reminds me that dogs really do deserve the good life.
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