I walked into the guest bedroom this morning and found a pile of dog puke next to the wall. It looked like it had marshmallows in it. I brushed it off and said to myself, "It must be the stuffing from his bed that he tears apart every other day."
After cleaning it up and texting Mr. B the details of my morning thus far, he replied, "Oh I found an empty bag of marshmallows when I got home last night but assumed he got it out of the trash."
Nope that was a full bag I had just bought for camping. They had been sitting on the counter and he left NO evidence, but the bag. #baddog
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