An old buddy of mine had a pot belly pig. During and after a good night of partying, the thing would go around knocking over bottles and cans and drinking the sloshy leftovers. He was unstoppable party machine.
An old buddy of mine had a pot belly pig. During and after a good night of partying, the thing would go around knocking over bottles and cans and drinking the sloshy leftovers. He was unstoppable party machine.
My Aussie is a big beer fan, but picky. She loves hefewiezens, IPAs, and most sorts of stouts, not a fan of fruit beers or doppelbocks. My Sheltie on the other hand has no interest, bring out a cheese plate though...