We don't have to bag any more!
Riggs has a Fairy-God-Person who doesn't want him to choke on bones any more.
We've been looking for a high powered meat
grinder for Riggs so that we don't have another "incident". I've been going to restaurant auctions trying to find one, but hadn't found one yet.
Two weeks ago the FedEx guy came into the office with a giant box and told me it was for Riggs.
Yes Mom, it's a
grinder... how exciting. See that food dish? It's mine.

mmmmmm.... I can just taste that yummy fresh ground chicken, duck and beef... and not a bone to be found!

I can almost reach it....

the smell is intoxicating!

FINALLY!

No, the perspective is not off, it's almost the same size he is and it out weighs him by over 15 pounds.
Thank you Fairy-God-Person! Mr. Riggs has a choke-free future ahead of him...
well, except when he pisses me off
