My Dante is usually a pretty easygoing dog. Cool, calm, and collected. Nothing ever really riles him up. (Except his secret lover Jordan.) Everyone who knows him can attest to the fact that he's like this 99% of the time:
But...about once a year he gets to see his beloved Beatrice. And when that happens, he's like this:
For those of you who don't remember, this is Dante with Beatrice when she was just a wee pup.
A New Definition of Poor Taste
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