Is there some unwritten law that says a dog just isn’t allowed to use his own bed in peace? I mean, someone’s always stealing it on him. As you’ll see in this video.
My father had a Scottie when he was a boy. His name was Twigs. Although I was mostly afraid of dogs when I was little, I always thought I would’ve been friends with Twigs, and it made me wistful to look at pictures of him.
P.S.–The crab cakes got here and they were goooooooood!