I guess Boomer thinks Casper is good for something since he will share body heat with him on a cold afternoon ON MY LOUNGE CHAIR on the porch.
You might not want to read on if you don’t want to be grossed out (and yet, how can you not now that I’ve said that?!). I don’t suppose anyone ever said dogs had discriminating tastes, but even so, sometimes I am still amazed and utterly disgusted by what they will consume.
Such as, the other night, when Boomer sat down and made a meal out of Fanta’s afterbirth.
Aren’t you glad I didn’t take a picture?