One really cool dog collar.
This sucks. When will the weasels stop eating my flesh?
I got home from work in time to see the Landlord loading Yellow Dog up to haul him off.
It seems that the dog had been witnessed, tried and convicted of mischievous mischief. Tearing open trash bags and making messes. A lot, apparently.
Landlord assured me that he had a friend with a yard that wanted him.
Hasta la vista Perro Amarillo.
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