So, my grandparents came to visit last week, which was great. Grandparents = food!!! I like simple math equations. Unfortunately, grandparents also mean the little rat (aka chihuahua) that my beloved grandmother schleps with her everywhere. For the life of me, I don't know why she doesn't just get a real dog. The only good thing about the rat dog is I can steal her food anytime I want, since I am like quintuple her size . . .
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| Here she is eating a small bone. I am sizing up the situation and strategizing at this time |
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| As you can see, the little rat dog is trying to frighten me away. Do I look like I am intimidated? Silly little rat . . .
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| This is the truce after the battle |
