So I'm not supposed to bring my chews in the couch. I ask, "Why not?" They cover the couch since I'm furry and shed constantly. The servants (Mom & Dad, but in this case Mom mostly) wash the cover a lot. And seriously, what are my options? I want to look out the window. I want to chew. I want to do them at the same time. So duh ~ chew while looking out the window.
Also, who said I was the one who brought the chew on the couch.....maybe it was planted! Maybe I'm being framed! If we had a cat, then that would be the obvious reason both the chew and I are on the couch together, but we don't have a cat. Hmmmm.....maybe Dad's trying to frame me so I get grounded from the couch and he can have it all to himself tomorrow and watch football. Yeah - that's it. Dad's framing me! Well in that case, I better go find something of his to throw-up on...........gotta go!
Woof!
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