We woke up Monday morning to find the dog scratching to be let into the house from the porch. There, lying on the floor of the porch was a big ol' sausage, at least a pound-and-a-half, if not two pounds. It looked like Cisco had begun nibbling on one end of it.
S just called me, alerting me to an article in the Free Press today entitled, "Alleged sausage theft could be a call for help."
Now, along with everything else, we have to worry about our kleptomaniac dog???
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