“What? Nothing for Me?” 3
We had to keep someone on table duty all evening.
(Look at them eyeballs. He’s going for the pepperoni and leaving the Chivas for the people.)
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December 25, 2007 at 12:40 pm
My dog. I take full credit for him being so bad, I spoiled him like crazy. But when I found him he was a battered dog, beat up, malnourished, mean and very very scared of everyone. So all of the above excuses take away the fact that, as Keith Oberman would say “THE WORST DOG IN THE WORLD”
December 25, 2007 at 9:57 pm
Or maybe he just considers Chivas low-brow.
December 26, 2007 at 7:36 am
We had counter duty. Loki isn’t beyond getting on the counter to get whatever she is after. It was ham, which has the potential to make them sicker than anything. Leftovers were put up immediately. She’s bad news, too.