who gets away with murder.. Oh, believe me - I know.. My 3 Beagles get away with everything they stick their snoots into.. and that's a LOT.. Like Guido, they tend to rip stuff to shreds, then stand back and allow me to admire their work, smiling from floppy ear to floppy ear.. They look at me with those big, brown eyes and they play me like a fiddle.. In fact, I usually reward them for such shenanigans.. Not really reward them as much as "give in" to their begging, pleading eyes.. they act like they're starving - even after steak dinners on weekends.. They eat more than I do - and a higher quality of food.. they get steak: I'm lucky to get hamburger.. Then they always get little Beagle Burgers, as well..
Its pathetic.. I mean, I'm pathetic..
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..