Let me preface to say.....I have NEVER lost a firearm.
The quick back story......have to run home to take care of some business. Set said
firearm on the counter.....got called moments later, had to run quick while on the
phone. Got done, came home........where did I put the pistol......where is it?
For two f$cking days I searched EVERYWHERE!!!
That SHIT jumped on the counter, took the aforementioned pistol, out on the
back patio and chewed the damn handle off.
I mean shit. She's definately a bomb dog. Asshole.



ETA: HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!!!!