If this was a cartoon in the New Yorker, the caption above the dog would read:
"I'm a drug sniffing dog, and I just found some crack. Guess I'll be getting that biscuit soon."
As Froggy, FD and I were walking along the beach, we ran into my ex-boyfriend and his dog. No just kidding. He was just some coo-koo who thought short-shorts were the perfect accessory to a 150 pound chow. I swear that poor dog is embarrassed. Look at his face closely. It's shame I tell you, shame.