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| Babylon Bee: There is no link here. Thanks to my good friend, Chucky, for the idea. My beloved and missed German Shepherd-Husky used to steal the cat's food, escape from Stalag 13, often by busting through the fence, or jumping over the fence, take off for hours, deposit parcels on the neighbour's front yard, look to mate the fillies and fight the competition; and of course chase more cats, other than mine. When he returned home he would sit at the front door with his ears down. I doubt he thought himself, 'good'. And he never became much Reformed... |
Total Depravity
