At treat time, my little dog Apollo, is like a great white shark coming out of the water, all white(ish) teeth flashing, as he tears the bite out of my fingers (along with a few pieces of skin).

He is ferocious, focused, and deadly in a tiny 10-lbs package.

All he cares about is getting that bite-sized treat, lamb flavored, before his owner could change her mind.

Each night is a new battlefield, ready to be conquered and come away from it victoriously. It’s a good thing he does not know that the treat is actually allergy medication.

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