Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.
Unless you grab the wrong loaf… chilly surprise!
This makes it sooo mich worse, somehow. 😳
Oh man, i know.
Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.