In theory, I am against animal torture. In practice, I cannot resist making Dexter wait until I give him the ok to eat. It was an especially long wait this morning, as I was trying to get a picture. Not visible: The pool of drool collecting between Dex's paws, which I will slip in on my way out of the house.
Barely visible: The thread of drool hanging from Dex's jowls.
Embarassingly visible: The dirty couch corner peeking from underneath the slipcover, and the bookcase shelf I put in upside down because I was drunk during its construction.
2 comments:
He's going to have his revenge. He's going to eat that couch corner while you are at work.
Your dogs are so precious.
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