One day I looked up and my dog was Hitler

If you are a believer in reincarnation, it’s entirely possible that Adolf Hitler has returned in the form of our hyperactive Boston Terrier, Jack. Oh the inner turmoil Der Fuhrer must be dealing with, going through his days as an insane, black dog.

Ok, actually, Jack has been on a digging frenzy of late and rubbed off some of the black under his nose and gave himself a South Park-ian “Hitler,” sans the poo.

Jack. He’s our special little guy.


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