“Is he still sulking?” Ben asked.
“Yep,” Banjo said. They both looked at Tuff laying his head in the new fallen snow. Portions of his snoot and side of his jowls were still missing its fur.
“Looks like a roll of duct taped attacked him,” Ben said.
“Ha, ha, or a glue trap,” Banjo said. “Who would’ve known those would stick as well