This is the best thing he does. He's not humping it like a maniac, he is merely enjoying the subtle flavors and textures of duck, quite like anyone who is too pretentious to order chicken.
He's only known us for a day. His previous owner needed to find a good home for him. Failing that she gave him to us. He nibbles corners of beach towels until he falls asleep. He passes the same gas used for U.S. Army grenades. He grunts a lot, so my dream of owning a potbellied pig has come true. If I could just train him to root for truffles, I'll have a winner. He had a botched neutering so his weenie always pokes out. Looks just like this:
His trick is to sit, and he's very good at following this man's advice.
But he can't do my taxes yet, so...meh.
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Well, thanks for ruining eternally a perfectly good appetizer.
If by ruining, you mean.. greatly improving! Yum!
LOL....Thanks to you Abbi I can never eat Pigs in a Blanket ever again...
Hopefully...he doesn't drool.
You're all invited to come over and play! Play date! Doggie date! (gunshot. dog blows smoke off barrell. Puts it back in his holster)
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