I spent time with my BFF who was complaining about her ungrateful child. You want to see ungrateful?
Our Schnauzer got out after I had just given her a bath.
She really could not stand smelling nice.
She’s like, “What?”
“Hide me, PLEEZE!”
There’s a bad dog? Where?
Surely, you can’t mean me.
Guess who had to get right back in the washatron?