My idiot furry son has one job at night - bork at things and make them go away. Easy, right?— Jesse 'Writer, Not Writer*' Jordan (@JesseNeon) May 8, 2019
HOWEVER, a bear has learned that my furry son can be bought. This is the THIRD TIME he's been gifted deer bones in exchange for being allowed access to my trash, AND HE KEEPS DOING IT. pic.twitter.com/6NOKiFNLgm
Do it! The dog's name is Brick, and he is the absolute goodest boy when he isn't bartering his loyalty for corpse meat. pic.twitter.com/LTBDqGrxkU— Jesse 'Writer, Not Writer*' Jordan (@JesseNeon) May 8, 2019