Scamp our boy!
Scamp, Our Boy

Scamp our boy!
I chewed the new Curtains! and I destroyed the old ones
I am the ultimate chaperone. Hugging is not acceptable either. Owners may though, be allowed to indulge in any of the following: tummy-rubbing, behind-ear scratching and chin-tickling… only to me though.
You’d never know we had a big, grassy, fenced yard. Not by all the turds in our garage, anyway.
Naughty step brothers like to tug-o-war with my couch cushions
No stock is safe, I steal them all.
I Broke Three Headcones cause they Scare Me So I Run Into Walls.
I found mom’s missing bra… then I ATE IT!
I make Whiney noises when im alone…
We don’t need a sign to know when to look guilty (all that remains of this couch today is the frame).