I know. “Pringles” immediately makes you think of chips. Or snacks. Yeah, snacks.
But in our house, Pringles means the dog. Our stubborn, hair shedding, cuddly, fluffy,
DOG. The picture to the left perfectly describes our “gentle” giant. Complete with a sh*t eating grin ( no, really, she is a turd burglar), this dog is a gentle beast. She is a champion of Pyr paws, a happy recipient of belly rubs, and a lazy sack of pyr-tatoes. However, if you try to take her toy, or try to move her from where she has sat her fluffy-rump (or try to steal her piece of dust that she has claimed as hers), then it is on like donkey-Kong.
Pringles. Because you can’t stop at just one (rescue. We have three!).