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Dog Eat Dog, kinda

My poor stupid dogs. I found a couple squeaky dog balls in my yard this morning, and I took them in the house for R-Dog and Bear. They really enjoyed them - barking, jumping, and growling playfully. After playing with the dogs - and smelling rather doggy - I decided to take a shower. Bear has *extreme* separation anxiety, so he likes to come right into the bathroom with me whenever I'm in there, for whatever reason, lol. R-Dog seemed happy upstairs, so I left him to his own devices. When I finished towelling off, I came upstairs to find R-Dog amidst a sea of polyester stuffing. He had completely destroyed Bear's ball. It cleaned up easily, and R-Dog looked guilty enough. Poor Bear is *still* looking for the ball.

Hmmm

Ever eat something that you really really shouldn't have? And you feel all guilty immediately after? I indulged in bacon this evening, and I feel just terrible. Not only for the havoc it can wreak on one's arteries (not to mention the rest of one's body), but for the love I have of pigs as well.