I'm a dog. Remember how I
last posted about my escape from the kitchen? Well, after Matt and Alicia upped the pressure on the gates I could no longer push my way through. Luckily, I've figured out how to open the cat door and squeeze myself through...
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| My dramatic reenactment of the escape. |
And it was a good thing I got through, because on the other side of the gate there was a canvas bag full of plastic baggies that I could tell needed to be dealt with. They hadn't learned their lesson from when I chewed up their box and threw them all around the room. So I had to do it. Again.
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| You mess with me, you end up like these bags. |
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| All of this destruction makes a puppy tired. |
All in a day's work, I guess!
My favorite part is the rubber chicken seen in the background. Yours, Molly, or your peoples'?
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