On the way to Chatfield State Park in Denver, I noticed he was chewing on something. It wasn't making any noise so I knew it wasn't a rawhide or a nylabone or something.
What's he got?
I reached over, keeping my eyes on the road and fished around in his mouth. I pulled out a damp, wrinkled up piece of paper. What's this?
I looked at it more closely over my steering wheel.
CRAP! It's my ONLY $10! It costs $6 to get into the state park... I'd left my ten spot in my cup holder. I contemplated showing up and asking the park attendant if they could please accept it since it was my only money.
I decided no way would anyone take this wet, wrinkled piece of former currency. I found a gas station with an ATM.
Sigh. Good thing the little f*^#er is so cute!