And when life pukes up a hairball on you, you know you’ve done something wrong.
Perhaps not the most glamorous way to save the city but I’d still appreciate her if she saved me from the toy poodle menace.
Zoe didn’t get a cone when she was spayed. I wonder why…
Suddenly I don’t want to be respected by the people of Mechanicsburg. (If you need context, you only have to go back one page.)