Each morning, I open the back door, hand Sawyer his chicken quarter and tell him to go eat it outside. This morning was the same as usual, except for the rabbit waiting in the backyard.
For some reason, the sight of a dog running after a rabbit with chicken in his mouth, barking around it, just slays me. :rofl1:
For some reason, the sight of a dog running after a rabbit with chicken in his mouth, barking around it, just slays me. :rofl1: