chocolate boy

I now own the most expensive weenie dog in Glendale. $1500 bucks later and two sleepless days, Banjo Eyes is chocolate Balance Bar free. Not to mention, free of the wrappers that at one point in time contained said Balance Bars. The lesson to be learned is that I can't trust my dog any further than I can throw him. He's one shady little fucker. I should have known this back in Montana when I adopted him in a room full of felines and then when I got him home, he made sure that my poor cat spent her last days cornered in the laundry room, her little paws to never touch the floor again.

With that being said, nothing is ever to be stored on the kitchen or dining room tables again. He's also opened my backpack on more than one occasion to eat what I had taken to school as a snack, neglected to consume and only to be reminded of it when I walk in and see him eating more chocolate. So yes, it is my own fault and if it weren't for Ed and Sherry, I wouldn't have had the means to have him treated. Thank the Lord for them. Amen.

His little legs are shaved where they had administered the IV and attached the electrode to monitor his heart rate. His butt was also clipped to prevent his poop from sticking to his fur as he battled it out with the chocolate toxins and the charcoal made to make him puke and crap.

I'm pretty sure I should never have children.