...but they are the cutest and bring me never-ending glee!
So the funniest thing happened, maybe ever. I let the dogs in because it's pouring rain outside. I'm in the living room reading this month's issue of Allure when I hear the trash can fall over in the kitchen. Gus and I peer around the corner to find Roscoe unable to enjoy his spoils... because the trash can lid was stuck on his head.
It must be the Chow in him.
(Is it bad that I stared, laughed for a minute, and took a picture before helping the poor boy out?)
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