Pettigrew is not happy about being treated prophylactically for fleas. I mean, he doesn't even have them and they're putting him through hell. He was somewhat reconciled to his fate when they came through with a good treat at the end.
Accidentally locked outside for a half hour on a rainy night, Pettigrew expressed his displeasure by chewing up a baseball glove. Does his chosen punishment fit our crime?
Given that Pettigrew is a reactive dog, I never thought I would be catching calmness from him. Once again, he proved me wrong.
Having a dog in the family is not in my garden's best interests.