My name is Pupper and I unrolled a roll of paper towels to lick and nap on it. I have my own bed and I’m allowed to sleep on the couch and my parents’ bed… but nope. Paper towels. That’s where it’s at.
I ate a whole pound of bacon that Dad left on the counter. I had to get it all pumped out. Mom says both of us are in the doghouse! Not sorry. It was yummy. I’d do it again.
I let my parents dog-sit for me and I specifically said no human food! I get this picture the first night he was there. Charlie was not sorry.
His sign: guess who got to eat steak tonight. Yes it was me!