Krikey! How much longer is it until the big Ho, Ho, Ho, Nemo?
Two days until Christmas eve.
I certainly hope he wasn’t watching today. We’ve won’t get a thing!
Yeah, you sneaked Momma Dog’s second piece of toast off the table this morning causing her to think she had lost her mind.
You know butter is my weakness. She would have given it to me if I had asked. Besides Nemo, you chased the cat across the living room and down the basement stairs and she had to yell at you.
That’s not as bad as stealing. You know we can’t touch the top of the table, and then you wouldn’t go outside for dogwalk. Man, I’m about ready to bite that snippy cat. The stress is killing me. I need to go to the field and work out.
The field is covered with a foot of snow.
Then I’ll just have to wrestle you down and breath my dogbreath on you.
Icccckkkk!