Some time after taking my dog out for her morning toilette, I realized I hadn’t seen her in quite a while.
So I hunted her down, and found her in the downstairs powder room.
What is she doing standing there, you ask?
I’ll tell you. She is stuck. Behind. The Boots. The awful, awful Boots.
I moved them. She’s free, now.
Does the ASPCA know about you?
You cruel and inhumane owner.
LOL
Good think that dog’s legs are short–if she could reach the phone she would report you to PETA.
I never leave her around the phone unsupervised. Nor the cats.