The bloodshed was everywhere.
It was all over my house, my parent’s house, my neighbors’ houses and splattered at any location in which anyone dared to pet my 9-week-old bundle of joy, Thurber the yellow Labrador.
I was desperate to stop Thurber’s reign of puppy-toothed terror, but how?
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