My Dog, for committing the ultimate in Wet Blanket Behaviour: Ruining Birthday Parties.
He just ate the birthday cake my husband spent all night last night baking for me. We were going to share it with our new neighbours and the only people we know in this god-forsaken podunk upstate town in the middle of nowhere.
The kicker: lots of sugar and lots of flour wreak havoc on a little dog's sensitive digestive system.
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Dericous!
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