Ok, so most people who know me, know that I currently have a senior canine residing in my house. Karli is a sweet old girl, who's past is a bit of a mystery.
She has the worst teeth I've ever seen on a dog, a large cancerous tumor on her underside, and advanced hip dysplasia. These three things would leave you to think she was an escapee from some puppy mill hell. Except she doesn't exhibit any fear of people, or wide open spaces, like a lot of those dogs do.
But one thing that does send her off the deep end is unexpected noises. She just hauled ass out of the living room because I opened a soda can. Sheer terror.
Whassup with that, Karli?
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