The other night my little dog Sasha, totally high
on Little Debbie's Honey Buns, started biting my
hands. She hadn't done that since she was a puppie
cutting teeth. I got out the rolled up newspaper
and pointed it at her to correct her. "Don't make
me use this rolled up newspaper!" I told her. Her
eyes widened and she calmed down a bit. And then
about a minute later was up trying to bite my
hands again.

After that she went and got both her Squeaky Fuzzy
Bone and her Squeaky Piggie and wanted to play.
For like two solid hours.

No more sugar for Sasha! No way!