As an experienced canine I’ve learned one thing: do not bite the hand that feeds you. If you do, you can kiss your milkbones, cheweys and the fatty parts of steaks goodbye.
I didn’t come to this conclusion because of my book learnin’ but because of my street smarts.
You’d think that an animal living in the streets would be just as wise and follow in my pawsteps. Not so. You see, Elvis the squirrel, bit the one hand that was there to help.
