My little dog eats things off the floor all the time. and I throw my arms at him like NO YOU ARE GONna DIE IF YOU EAT THAT
But suddenly the unidentified item disappears from his face. Either it fell on the floor or he ate it
Sigh, I just spent maybe ten minutes writing a really long post and realized I was doing what I hated the most. Useless complaining. Well, I just ate my last baked wrapped egg- there's 3 left but those are for the mister <3. Can't sleep and have the next 3 days off (for now). I should probably crack open my old Korean or Japanese workbooks.