Friday Friends of Mine: Handsome Dino
Hurt Locker - Grouchy Puppy Style

Milkbones at the end of the world


We were watching Pirates of the Caribbean and suddenly the milkbone biscuit I had in my mouth was not destined for immediate departure to my stomach anymore - though it had been walking the plank, known as my tongue.

Instead my biscuit was dispatched to a tidy little spot in the yard, a buried treasure to be discovered in the future - hopefully by me and not my PL.  He might hold it ransom. Argh! Grr.