And why do you suppose the dogs are cowering in the corner behind the furniture?
What could it be that made Incredipete scream and throw things at his beloved pups?
After two hours of sweeping, scrubbing, pounding my head on the wall, making calls to see what it would cost to fix, I finally decided to post these.
That used to be brand new linoleum in my kitchen. Now, it’s garbage.
Those dogs are sleeping on the couch tonight, assuming I don’t test out my new Beretta on them.
Sorry I don’t have more to say. I’m still to mad to talk about it.