On the doggy equivalent of a Human Centipede: today's TERRIBLE advice
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Monica asks
I was driving my friend home and we found this guy lost with no ID or clothes. 😬 Drove him to my house cause he seemed like he needed a warm bed for the night.
My dog is at a sleep over tonight. What do I do when she gets home???
She will be so upset. She is an only fur baby.
My answer
Scrounge up a third dog and construct The Doggy Equivalent Of A Human Centipede. Hell, considering how most dogs behave at the best of times, they'd probably be up for that anyway.
Original: https://mikeyclarke.co.nz/blog/2022/3/on-the-doggy-equivalent-of-a-human-centipede-todays-terrible-advice
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