The cute little puppy's fault, of courseSay whaaattt?
And who's fault would it be when something goes wrong...?
Pet coyote. We had one as as kids. The dann thing would play but would bite instead of mouthing you. It love to kill chickens so we had to tie it up. It would scatter his food around and when the chickens would come picking the table scales he would crab one. He disappeared one day. Dad probably shot him.