Furthering in the vain of a dog taking over my life.
(sidenote: this was not a picture of Barnacle, he just photobombed)
I just wanted to showcase how much crap we've bought Barnacle. In case it's not clear, we have 2 types of treats and 5 types of bones plus a jumbo pack of pee-pads. I did also add his monkey, because I thought it was funny.
I can't believe how much money I've thrown at a dog who is more happy pulling apart/humping his pillows (lovely) than doing anything else.
I guess this gets me karma points - for rescuing a shelter dog and then spoiling him rotten. But, still, when did I get here? How did I get here? Did he poop?
That last question was aimed at my husband.