••• Sunday, August 24, 2003
Can't Think His Way Outta Paper Bag
Husband: Are you in the kitchen?
Me: No, why?
Husband: What's that noise?
Me: It sounds like a neurotic labrador with poor impulse control and even poorer outcome prediction skills has chewed his way through the bottom of a large Chinese take-out bag and is trying to get free before he gets his garbage-grubbin'-poop-eatin' ass in a heap-o-trouble. But I could be wrong.
At this writing, Cheddar the Dog maintains he is innocent of all allegations.
And taking Dummern a Baguvfur to new heights
Me: No, why?
Husband: What's that noise?
Me: It sounds like a neurotic labrador with poor impulse control and even poorer outcome prediction skills has chewed his way through the bottom of a large Chinese take-out bag and is trying to get free before he gets his garbage-grubbin'-poop-eatin' ass in a heap-o-trouble. But I could be wrong.
At this writing, Cheddar the Dog maintains he is innocent of all allegations.
And taking Dummern a Baguvfur to new heights
Labels: Bag-O-Hair, Fur
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