I have precious bad dogs of my own. They continually do things they are not supposed to do, eat things they are not supposed to eat, and chew things they are not supposed to chew.
Each and every time they give you that pathetic “I know! I just couldn’t HELP myself. I am sooooo sorry” look. And it kills me. Every time it kills me.
“I am so ashamed of myself. I really don’t know what I was doing. But you know … you are partially to blame here. I am receiving bad thoughts via this dish you put on my head.”
ohhhh hahahaha It always makes me feel so sad to see a dog with those cones on. They always look so … humbled and … baffled. “what did I do? Honestly. what the heck is going on???”
He’s like, “I just wanted to see if I could actually fit anything under the cone… it kind of took on a life of its own. And all of a sudden I’ve eaten a sofa.”
I LOVE this!
I have precious bad dogs of my own. They continually do things they are not supposed to do, eat things they are not supposed to eat, and chew things they are not supposed to chew.
Each and every time they give you that pathetic “I know! I just couldn’t HELP myself. I am sooooo sorry” look. And it kills me. Every time it kills me.
I guess this is so I don’t kill THEM.
Hahaha! Exactly, Shannon. That must be it.
You can almost hear the doggie dialogue:
“I am so ashamed of myself. I really don’t know what I was doing. But you know … you are partially to blame here. I am receiving bad thoughts via this dish you put on my head.”
ohhhh hahahaha It always makes me feel so sad to see a dog with those cones on. They always look so … humbled and … baffled. “what did I do? Honestly. what the heck is going on???”
He’s like, “I just wanted to see if I could actually fit anything under the cone… it kind of took on a life of its own. And all of a sudden I’ve eaten a sofa.”
That’s it! I’ve been trying to figure out how a dog with a cone on its head could do so much damage. This dog has mad skillz.