Nothing quite ruins your dinner like pulling a freshly baked pizza out of the oven and setting it on the counter to cool, stepping into the living room to turn on the TV, and then returning to the kitchen to find your 6 1/2 month old black labrador on the counter eating the pizza.
He is lucky that I love him.
He is lucky that I love him.
1 comment:
Now if my wife would have done that I would have hit her on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.
Post a Comment