I got home from work Thursday to discover that my daughter managed to feed Scout and Emma FIVE OZ of beef sticks before getting caught by her grandmother.
A smaller dinner and breakfast, I thought we were through the woods.
No. My dogs are trying to gas us to death. And Scout lives at my side.
Ugh. Geeze. Had to happen in the winter too...
"Nana" is fired, and I'm buying a safe for the treats from now on.
Suppose I'll stop ranting now.