If these perverts get to define a family, a dog’s bark is a eloquent sermon.
>>If these perverts get to define a family, a dog’s bark is a eloquent sermon.
I got to thinking about your comment this morning. I have a friend’s son working on the yard for me today, unbeknownst to my dog. The guy knocked on the back patio door to ask a question and the dog barked hard, deep and loud. I doubt she’s barked like that in a year or more. Usually she just does her squeaky bark because we’re playing and she wants me to throw her stick into the pool so she can get it. The point being... her bark is as true and honest as a sermon. Dogs rarely lie, unlike the subjects of this article.