Two dogs = excellent birth control.
We are dog-sitting Charlie while Ben and Abbie are on their honeymoon.
(Charlie being the aforementioned gigantic yellow lab. He’s, like, a hundred pounds, no kidding. His head is approximately the size of my ass, which everyone knows is quite large and juicy. He poops about a quart of poop, twice a day. It’s insane.)
At first, [...]
