all a flaky biscuit needs is a dollop of daisy
we have a puppy named daisy. she has a brother. we seriously thought about getting him and her, but we decided one dog was enough. well, my dad got to see the brother every day as he delivered his route. her brother was kept outside and teathered to a tree. now he's in our house because his mom had already had another litter of puppies and the guy was read to give him away. so we took him so he would have a home until the family that was meant to be his owners came along. we bathed him and shaved him, and the vet gave him his shots and cleaned out his ears. he's a big, chunky puppy, but he's laid back and really like a stuffed animal. with drool. daisy has been more of an agitator than he has been, but when he has enough and starts playing/gnawing on the side of her head, he's a little too rough. he's sweet, though. daisy and he slept on my bed last night, which was his first night in a house. he woke me up by smacking his lips one time, one of the few times i actually slept. luckily, none of them farted, which would have been especially dangerous because i was trapped underneath them and couldn't run away.