They say a picture is worth a 1000 words, right? Well… it’s my opinion it could be worth 1000 dollars too. Probably. I love it when a photo tells a story. One look and there’s no need for explanation because you know the story the second you view it.
In addition, Bonzo tried to bite me today, you guys. The loving little turd featured in a photo yesterday lunged at me today showing his teeth and snarling like some ferocious coyote from the desert. He was standing by my suitcase, I simply picked a shirt off the top and he turned into psycho hound. Scott told me it was because he thought I was leaving… and added something about separation anxiety. Whatever. His anxious butt spent the next 30 minutes in the laundry room alone. We call that TIME OUT asshole Bonzo.