A Guest Blog Post from My Mom

Dear Flash (a.k.a. a pint-sized army tank who chews on bones, toys, chair legs, couch legs, table legs, people legs, and anything within jaws reach):

The time has come: you are going to doggy obedience school. Don't blame me, you've done this to yourself. When I look up stubborn in the dictionary, your face comes up. Don't worry, it will be fun.

*Hugs*,
Your Mom