The night before Christmas Eve we had a dog fight at our house. Jack, who is lowest on the totem pole, decided that it’s time for him to move up in life and saw his chance by attacking Bo over some pizza. Not that we were even giving any dog pizza, but Jack didn’t know that. He assumed that everyone else was getting some and he wasn’t so he decided to do something about it. That something involved ripping through poor Bo’s belly causing some emergency stitches the next morning at the vet.
5 stitches! Bo doesn’t look too happy. And, may i say, i can’t even blame him for whizzing in Jack’s food dish or growling when Jack comes into a room.
