There ain’t enough Febreeze in the whole wide world to reuse those socks.
Because not everyone agrees on what is funny.
We had to put The Evil Red Elf down last year. 8 year old Shiba Inu. He had bad hips, a bad tongue, and really bad attitude. His nom de plume saved time (and fingers). By the time I had explained what Huitzilopochtli meant, he could have disemboweled a stranger, wrapped the meat, and placed it in the freezer. But he was my little cuddle buddy. 