Whenever I visit my parents, she goes from being a pampered and rascally inside dog, to a ridiculously rambunctious and misbehaved hell hound who runs around outside with my parents’ dog. I let her inside earlier and dear sweet baby jesus (Merry Crimbus, Jesus!) she smells like she rolled in something dead.
I have never smelled such a smelly dog child fur baby…
I mean really…what fresh hell is this.
Long distance sucks.