I don’t know what happened to the chair.
I Dont Know What Happened To The Chair

I don’t know what happened to the chair.
Listen, Mom. I stole your yogurt. But can you please get it off my face?
Our poodle dressed up as a replacement ref for a Halloween costume contest.
Ed’s note: I bet his calls are just as ruff as the regular refs. Yuk yuk yuk!
Surprise! Dad left the closet door open today and I reorganized your shoes! – Rogue the blue Great Dane 9 months old, 16 pairs of shoes…and counting.
I try to herd the leaves. (It’s my first autumn.)
I bark at my own daddy when he’s cutting the grass, but when a strange, tiny, frantically meowing kitten came to the door, I didn’t do anything.
I bought some really tasty (and expensive) cheese at whole foods today. Apparently, it was too delicious for Blanche to pass up, even though she knows the kitchen table is off limits. She ate the whole wedge (minus the sliver I had already sampled), including the plastic film.
After Axel’s mother was watching an intense episode of Walking Dead, she didn’t realize that Axel had brought in a scary object of his own into the house.
“My name is mason, and I am NOT a certified arborist”…. mason the great Dane gets bored and chewa one whatever is around.
Don’t be mad at me! I called shotgun!