What a wonderful day sunday WAS. A delicious breakfast, a long walk with the dog, and an evening with friends enjoying pizza and Pabst blue ribbon. When returning home, I was ecstatic to see Winthrop did not defecate in the kitchen which he has recently decided is a far more suitable location due to it's warmth and privacy. After the initial excitement I noticed a white substance on the tip of his nose. What could it be? on further investigation i realized WInthrop has gone mental. A chewed up baseboard, a chunk taken out of a window sill, and a hole gnawed into the wall. I think he knew we were with another dog.
-Adam
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