Terriers like to chew. And chew.
They’ll stop to drink and pee. Then they’ll chew some more.
At least that’s Pippin’s M.O. He likes, nay he loves the Moo Stick. Either Susan or I end up holding it as he whiles the time away. At night, he can go for hours until he tires himself out and [...]
Ramblin’ Prose
A little bit of everything that doesn’t make sense to a rational parent
