You remember I introduced you to Wrigley and Tucker. It was a nice Easter until... HELP!!!!
HELP! My life flashed before my eyes. HELP!!!
Whoa...I heard Buster yelling Wrigley's name. She stopped, but I was still pinned under her monstrous paw.
Thanks to Buster, Wrigley un-pawed me. Buster had had a few more days experience handling her than me. He told me he thought it was my White Sox hat that set her off, she's not named Wrigley for nothing. Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter! I am still recovering from mine.