Well, it's your own damn fault. I learned long ago that my shorthair was incapable of learning to avoid certain temptations and when she succumbed it was MY fault, not hers.
And that's EXACTLY the look when I hear clandestine crunching from the kitchen and go back to see what's going on.
And, no, I don't spank. I threaten, of course, but I never make good on it.
"No! It wasn't me! It's not how it looks! The sun was in my eyes! I was attacked by vampires! I didn't know it was your sister! - For-the-love-of-God, is any of this working???"
Oh does that bring back memories. Except in my case, the dog decided to find my underwear and parade them into the living room while I was staying at my parents for the weekend. My Mom and Dad had just married and Dad was still getting used to having daughters. Nothing says welcome to the family like having your new daughter's knickers paraded through the living room.
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Those night-vision binocs are worth every penny!
THAT IS SOOOOOO FUNNY!!!
YeOldFurt
Ha ha, look at that face. Caught in the act!
What a perfect, precious case of "Who, me?" I love it!
Dogs do keep life interesting. lol
*Snort*
Well at least he didn't bring them out to share them with a living room full of company, like our new pup did to my good wife.......-grin-
He only does it because he loves you so much.
;-)
I think I recognize that dog from a pic at the Post Office!
I was afraid to even look!
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Albert A Rasch
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"Am I in trouble, mom?"
Well, it's your own damn fault. I learned long ago that my shorthair was incapable of learning to avoid certain temptations and when she succumbed it was MY fault, not hers.
And that's EXACTLY the look when I hear clandestine crunching from the kitchen and go back to see what's going on.
And, no, I don't spank. I threaten, of course, but I never make good on it.
"I aim to misbehave!"
Ha, busted!
Jim
Damn, foiled again by night vision Mom.
Dogs love underwear and socks. They have to be put somewhere safe or they get gnawed.
"D'OH!!!"
"No! It wasn't me! It's not how it looks! The sun was in my eyes! I was attacked by vampires! I didn't know it was your sister! - For-the-love-of-God, is any of this working???"
Heh....Dogs.
- MuscleDaddy
Now, if you can just convince Barkley to put the laundry into the washer, add soap......
Mine does the same. I've lost 3 bras to him, the tops of a converse tenner, and he luuuves to eat the buttons off of my husband's shirts.
You would get a kick out of reading about this dog: http://hankthecowdog.com/pals/hank.htm
Hank gets into some pretty bad situations, but always comes out OK in the end.
That is hilarious! The look on his face . . .
Oh does that bring back memories. Except in my case, the dog decided to find my underwear and parade them into the living room while I was staying at my parents for the weekend. My Mom and Dad had just married and Dad was still getting used to having daughters. Nothing says welcome to the family like having your new daughter's knickers paraded through the living room.
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