Don’t Mess With The Rawhide Mafia

This fearsome foursome of half-chewed rawhides decimate my feet on a nightly basis. Each hardened criminal jabs my heel and toes with its sharp edges–I’ve shouted impressive strings of cusswords loud enough to ensure the neighbors will never come over to borrow a cup of sugar.

You don’t wanna cross this mafia…

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