Don’t sit, Ellie B

For the garbage, man.

Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I were circling the blocks around A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville recently when we came upon one man’s garbage.

Down, girl.

Of course, my cherished rescue mutt quickly wanted to turn it into her treasure.

No way. Keep going.

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3 thoughts on “Don’t sit, Ellie B

  1. One dog’s treasure/meat is another man’s trash/poison, Mark, which reminds me of this pun: “One man’s Mede is another man’s Persian.”

    Thanks for another meaty post with your treasured Ellie B.

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