One recent Saturday morning when I was out of town our lawn service came by. My husband let Pepper out while one of the men trimmed things up with a weed eater. She went berserk, my husband reported, attacking the weed eater with fearsome barks and low lunges. The yard man had to turn it off. With great difficulty, my husband lured her back into …
May 27, 2016
by jenniferpuryear