So when Barky licks your leg, takes a dump on the yard furniture or tries to mount the cat you still feed him...after all he's got the IQ of a toaster oven, right?
Wrong. Take a look at the flea-bag, left. This one took a vacation inside mommies purse. Not satisfied with tampons or other trinkets this little hair-ball managed to chew open a tube of red lipstick and sputter the contents onto himself and the cordovan leather couch.
So now what?