It wasn't too long ago that I let Bandit get a tattoo (top photo). I mean, she was 2 1/2 years old (almost 18 in human years) and it seemed appropriate. Like most bad decisions, that one came back in a pretty harsh way. The bottom pic is how I found her when I came home from work last night. She's livin' the thug life. Next thing I know she'll be biting policemen and walking with a limp.
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