It is 11:12 pm. There is a wiener dog in my walk-in closet with a bone he received earlier in the evening that is barking at me every time I have the nerve to roll over in MY bed. Clearly, I am only rolling over so I can steal the bone I gave him in the first place.
PS Those shirts were in a nice neat pile. They are now scattered because he has been hiding his bone in them.
Frank is a cutie. I have a weiner dog and his name is Tucker he is 3yrs
ReplyDelete