My dog is a felon. I found her in dog jail after a wild night on Snow College Campus. (She left the yard after my boys, who were nice enough to let her out of her run to play with her, came back into the house for a few minutes. JAILBREAK!) The kind dog pound guy said he got a call from some college girls at 1:30 a.m. to come and get this party crasher. Do you think I should have sprung her?
WARPED HUMOR, GENERAL MAYHEM, AND A SIX-FOOT-TALL VIEW OF LIFE FROM AUTHOR SHIRLEY BAHLMANN
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