How much do I love the Dog? Number 2. Count the dollars?

Each adventure with my Brittany seemed to lead to the next one.  The red plastic that mysteriously exits from the body not having a known place of origin.  The desire to find some smelly deceased creature to sniff and chew on and bring to me as their special gift.   This next ingestion tops the list.  Continue reading How much do I love the Dog? Number 2. Count the dollars?