I got some doggy biscuits for my mother-in-law's dog for Christmas and wrapped them up and put them under the tree. Here's what the package looked like this morning:
And I know who the culprit is. I told him that even though he's the size of a small dog, he isn't actually a dog and can't have them. He doesn't seem to care.
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We have been missing Chester this Christmas because he used to unplug the tree lights and chew on the corners of all the packages.
So far, Eddie's only paid attention to the doggy biscuits (and only one package at that). Cats are weird.
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