My hands are still sticky from the peanut butter incident. It's been weeks since I attempted to train Lola, our hyperactive corgi, to 'shake hands'. I thought what could possibly go wrong with a little liquid refreshment – or an entire jar of creamy mayhem, rather. As the droplets slid over the wooden floor, Lola chased them with all the dignity of a furry toddler. Now every squeak of the back door sends her leaping into a frenzied, sticky romp, her little paws thundering in protest. Note to self: invest in some serious slobber-repelling magic. I'm not sure the carpet can take much more.
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