"You're leaving me again, aren't you? Going to exotic places with interesting smells and leaving me behind, again? Well, go ahead and go, just don't forget I know about that Irish Retriever down the street." Barkley"
This sitting here and being cute stuff is only going to cut it for so long eventually I'm going to have to move exposing the hole I just chewed in this cushion.
"[sigh] Looks like it's time for another 'talk'. Why is it that we have a 'talk' every time she leaves her shoes out for me to play with and then complains that they've got a few tiny, hardly-noticeable chew marks? I just don't get it. I just don't."
I took this picture of Barkley and could not think of a good caption for it after being up for work at 4 a.m. 
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Where you going at 4 in the morning! Said that to one of my long ago ex-wives.
"Why CAN'T I have one more piece of bacon?"
"What do you mean I can't go outside right now, all the other dogs are out playing!"
"Don't take a picture of me mom, I don't even have pants on!"
"Why are you constantly pointing that little box at me?"
"I was NOT getting fresh with G-dog!"
"Why no, I don't know where the remote is..."
and in the words of Wilson from "Good Boy"..."Can I have a cookie? No, can I have 10 cookies? No...20 cookies! Can I have 20 cookies?"
"I think you only think you know what I'm thinking."
Time out sucks...
coitioh woe is me baned to the couch and I didn't dood it Poor me
"What do you mean, 'get off the couch'? YOU get off the couch!"
Is time out over yet Mom?
It's 4 am. You're leaving. Again. That's it! I'm on your couch till you get back.
"and then you tie the feet all together like this. Don't even THINK about branding ME."
I asked my German Shepherd, Ruger, what he thought of the pic. He just licked the laptop screen.
"You're leaving me again, aren't you? Going to exotic places with interesting smells and leaving me behind, again? Well, go ahead and go, just don't forget I know about that Irish Retriever down the street."
Barkley"
YeOldFurt
(w/v= hersiz (her says?)
What's for breakfast?
What? You're going to sleep? But where's my bacon?!
Ah, poop. There she goes again.
No, Doctor, I had a fine relationship with my Mother. It's my owner, who doesn't take me on enough walks ....
"Rise I may...
...Shine, No Way."
And that Schedule for leaving for work was all to familiar.
Course I was in the Navy then.
He looks to me like he is questioning your sanity for being up at this hour and his own for being up with you!
He is probably thinking 'if I weren't such a LOYAL LABRADOR ...'
: )
This sitting here and being cute stuff is only going to cut it for so long eventually I'm going to have to move exposing the hole I just chewed in this cushion.
"How come we never talk?"
"How could I have knocked that over wagging my tail? As you can plainly see, I don't even have a tail."
I know you have a job to do - I'll be here when you get home.
"You want me to get off... now?"
GET OFF MY COUCH!
"Before you go to bed, could you change the tv channel to Animal Planet?"
"If you're going to the kitchen, would you bring me back that box of Milk-Bones?"
"No, I'm not ready for bed. I wanna watch the rest of this program."
"Before you go to bed, do you need to go outside?"
Both of these cushions are mine, get your own couch.
You woke me, to tell me your going to work?
What!?!? I'm appalled and shocked! You traded the Sig for a Raven .25!?!?! Bad Girl!
JUS NOTICD WE NED NEW COUCH 2 MATCH TEH DRAPEZ.
I ALSO SAW BACON SHAPD RUG IN DA IKEA KATALOG.
I'm the Boss today. So shut up, and get my bacon.
You're leaving again? Fine. I'm going to wipe my butt on your couch.
You're not REALLY going to eat THAT?
OK, so you dragged me in here, made me sit on this here couch and put some fancy red collar on me. What's next?
You will be gentle with me won't you?
I swear I'm tellin the truth! It was the cat.
My favorites are:
You woke me, to tell me your going to work?
and
Don't take a picture of me mom, I don't even have pants on!
Cracked me up. Thanks!!
"[sigh] Looks like it's time for another 'talk'. Why is it that we have a 'talk' every time she leaves her shoes out for me to play with and then complains that they've got a few tiny, hardly-noticeable chew marks? I just don't get it. I just don't."
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