That’s the first thing I thought when I saw him, especially since the vet had just put drops in his ears and he had them laid down flat.
Murfie is part cocker spaniel and part something else.
And he’s gradually getting use to his role as big brother. As long as Billy Bob stays away from Murfie’s stuffed Winnie the Pooh everything will be okay.
I need another dogzilla like I need a hole in my head, but I lost my willpower when I went to visit him on Friday. How could I turn away such an ugly little dog?
