Stephen here. Yesterday we took Yogi to McLendon Hardware to get some cable ties for Kathy's new tomato cages. He went under a shelf. Yogi likes to go under, between, and behind things; he is supposed to be a pure bred Rottweiler, but it seems like he has some preposition hound in his blood line.
When he took his head out from under the shelf he was full of dust. Kathy started to brush the dust away and he suddenly snarled and bit her. It happened in an instant. Bandaids don't fix bullet holes, but, thank goodness, they do suffice for puppy bites. Still, I am starting to seriously consider having him neutered. I understand he comes from a strong bloodline, but at the end of the day, that stuff is all ego. What matters is that we form a great pack.
P.S. The "shout out" to Taylor Swift is for you Madeline. She doesn't really move me, but I am glad you have an artist you like to follow. But if you have the time to listen, every part of this modern composition was played by the composer, talk about well rounded!