Buffy the Wonder Puppy spent about an hour last night licking my husband's stinky hockey pants.
For about twenty minutes, I was walking around the house trying to figure out where that strange sound was coming from. I finally found her in the kitchen (Yes, he opened up that disgusting bag in my kitchen!) going to town on the crotch of his pants.
God, that makes me shudder.
All night long she kept sneaking back there for more tastes.
Dirty, little, pig puppy.
Who wants Buffy kisses?