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Being the mother of an American Eskimo is never an easy job. These little guys can get into more trouble than a two year old.
Skywalker is no exception.
I get a call at work from Cheryl. She starts the conversation by saying, "Do you know what your dog has done?" This is going to be bad. He's only MY dog when he's done something wrong!
"No, babe, what has he done?"
"He's crawled through the cat door and eaten all the cat food in the basement!"
Uh oh! If Skywalker can get through the cat door all on his own, how will we ever stop him from eating the very expensive cat food? (Mr. Mann is diabetic and he needs special food.)
Man, what'll happen next?