My Favorite Bi*ches

Bark,

Me and my girl owner. I like her, even though she says I smell bad.

Worn Out

Bark.

My owner left a bunch of rotten food in the trash can, so I did what I had to do.

Once he and my girl owner left, I knocked that can down, tore apart every single item in the garbage, and scattered it all throughout the house. I scored some rotten bananas and got to finish off a half-eaten yogurt cup.




Then I took a breather inside the trash can, but my owner came home and made me get out of the trash can and called me a mother fucker.

So rude.

Drying off

Bark.

To avoid hypothermia after a long walk in the rain, make your owners dry you off with a pink towel.