Last night, Mark was spending the night with his father and Andy was at work. Tony and I went shopping, had dinner out and came home to watch TV.
I have a short attention span, so I wandered around the house, looking for things to do. Tony lay on the love seat in the living room and must have fallen asleep.
Next thing I heard, he was sputtering and grouching. I peeked in and this is what I saw:
Apparently Arnie wanted to lay on the love seat (he hates cold floors) and Tony didn't move in time...
Nope, my dog is not spoiled!
1 comment:
Tell me that Arnie did not fart in Tony's face....
We once had a dog who insisted on sleeping on the foot of our bed (we were newlyweds-sorta) and she just had to stink up the room right as we were drifting off to sleep.
Yes, I have no shame since I just posted a comment about a farting dog to YOUR blog. ;o)
Hugs to my twin!
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