Brushing my dog always turns into a headache. He hates it and I have to bribe him. Then the wrestle begins.
Having a German shepherd means they shed hair like it’s going out of fashion.
If my dog could talk it would probably be along the lines of
“You gonna share that?” Or “Yes, pizza!!”
Or better yet
“There’s plenty of room on that chair, scooch over!!”
I think I may have just found the perfect pet. It doesn’t crap on the carpet. It Doesn’t eat your insoles from your shoes and doesn’t dig holes in the garden. No, I’m not talking about my grandad.
These are sea monkeys.