Yesterday, the yorkie hopped on my lap and rolled over. He had lawn sticker type burrs all over his pickle. I removed them, all 12, along with other stickers elsewhere in his fur.
Later, Phillip came home, and my mother couldn't wait to tell him about it. Phillip looked at me, and said "babe, you're only supposed to play with my pickle".
I told him "go roll around naked on the lawn, and then I'll remove your pickle stickers".
He said nothing.
