Moving day was … special, to say the least. It started off with this – 3 boxes eaten by my 13 year old lab in retaliation for having the audacity to go out for breakfast (and more boxes) – and progressed from there.
This is the culprit, looking very very innocent and nonchalant.
One of these days, Nembu – bang, pow, right in the kisser. To the moon, Alice.
Gastography 