So last night I was on the couch since the hubby was getting up at 345 or something crazy like that. While I was laying on the couch watching some Chelsea I came to this conclusion: Dingos give my dogs HORRIBLE gas! I mean gas so bad I had to check to see if they crapped themselves! I had their bed right next to the couch and they looked so comfy so I didn't move them. I thought to myself 'I'm probably going to have dreams about crap tonight'.Pics of the terrors
((Scoot's stitch from her mass removal))
((Scoot sleeping upside down in the office))
((Sadie aka Satan herself))
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