The door to his cage was opened up after dinner, so he hopped onto the table and wandered around saying hello to everyone, eating little scraps, trying to eat the wasabi... we all thought thought it wouldn't be very good for him to eat the wasabi, except for our much-loved animal authority, Montana! She reasoned that, unlike a canine, if Seigfried ate something that disagreed with him, he wouldn't keep eating it.
While I was in LA, there were big fires on the north side of the city. Serious enough for evacuation, road closures, and many people to lose their homes. This gentleman dog-trainer has a piece of property up there with two dozen of the meanest dogs living out on it, and he had to make a trip up there to evacuate them. I can only imagine a pickup truck brimming with the baddest of dawgs, carting them into the city... I wonder where he ended up putting them all.
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