Oh Jasmine.
(Back story - my relatives in Ohio have a few shih tzus of their own. There was one they used to have named Rocky, who came from the same litter as Jasmine, that my aunt purchased. But he got way too rough and actually bit my cousin's daughter, so they gave him away.)
So I was rolling around on the floor tonight, playing with Jasmine and she started to get a little rough (as rough as a shih tzu can get.) She kept biting me by accident, trying to get her toy out of my hand.
Me: Stop biting me or we are going to give you away just like they did to Rocky!
Mom: (Overhearing me) No, Kari, we'd definitely give you away first.
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