Last summer, I learned something horribly frightening about our cute, cuddly little Sheltie: she is a vampire.
My first clue was the flattened tomato shells dotting my backyard. Yes, tomatoes. Despite a fence around the garden, my "faithful" companion developed a taste for fresh cherry tomatoes. She had the uncanny ability to pluck them off the vine at the peak of flavor before sucking the juices out of them.
Oh, did I happen to mention that I LOVE tomatoes?
My kids cheerfully reported each t…
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