It was never about hunting shirt
I used to have a mischievous little trouble maker It was never about hunting shirt Denney. I named her after “Dennis the Menace”. She would take my keys out of my purse so I couldn’t leave the house. She would hide under the edge of the bed and swat the dogs as they walked by. She figured out how to jump up and grab a door knob to open a door. She learned how to hook her front paws over the top or side of the kitchen cabinet doors and walk backwards so she could open and get inside of them. We finally had to just install child-proof latches on the kitchen cabinets.

It was never about hunting shirt
As much as a month later, she It was never about hunting shirt jump up on the table and point to the exact spot behind the solid wooden panel where I had placed the tuna. We learned not to use the word “tuna” in conversation, lest she beg and whine inconsolably (until we gave her tuna). She also learned that tuna was spelled t-u-n-a so we could not spell tuna in front of her. When she died, I buried her with a can of tuna.

