Pierre has a little too much “energy” (which is French for “vandalistic tendencies”), so Wilbutt it’s a good time to take him to the Santa Royale Dog Park….what could possibly go wrong?
As I said, what could possibly go wrong?
And suddenly, love finds Wilbutt Weston (hahahahahahaha)
The plot thickens (and doesn’t even repeat too much, even on a Sunday!)…
REVELATIONS!!! What is this thing called a “chew toy?”
Still, Wilbutt remains skeptical of dogs needing chew toys, regular vaccinations, daily food, fresh water, etc.
And I can’t quite call Carol a doormat yet…I think she has lousy taste in speaking to random strangers in the park.
And even lousier taste in escoring random strangers OUT of the park.
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