My grandmother was kind enough to send this lovely pink bag for Pancho. Now he can go the vet's office in style. I thought he loved it.
I was woken up at three this morning by the little dog standing over me. He whispered in my ear in his heavy Mexican accent, "Bitch, if you put me in that bag again, me shitting in your bed will be the least of your problems. Now get me a shot of tequila."
Yikes! Who knew a three pound dog could have such a foul mouth….