Biscuit hits the bottle


When I went to Texas I stopped by a pet store and bought Biscuit a bottle of Budweiser. That’s what we told him it was anyway. Now he’s digging his bottle a little more than we’d bargained for. Not that we don’t love the squeaking noise it makes but more that after we finished laughing our ass off at his “butt wiper” beer it still squeaks as loud (louder?) than it did when he first discovered it. I guess Biscuit’s getting the last laugh on this one.