I'm entitled - I'm a puppy (no matter how old I am).
Peeing and pooping outside in the rain is the pits.
Peppermint candycanes are the greatest (ok, peppermint anything
is).
I'm supposed to be nosey.
I'm supposed to smell everything that comes along.
It's my job to shred paper and related materials into the smallest
possible pieces.
Go trim your own toenails.
I'm stubborn.
"So many toys, so little time..." - from Max
What did you bring me?
I'll bark when I want to, thank you (and only when I want
to).
You mean your bed isn't my bed?
Who told them about this Bitter Apple stuff????
About possessions: If I like it, it's mine. If it's in my mouth,
it's mine. If I can take it from you, it's mine. If I had it a little while
ago, it's mine. If the toys are out, all of them are mine. If it looks just
like mine, it's mine. If I think it's mine, it's mine.
(Author unknown but Puffin fully supports the theory)
Please leave the TV tuned to the Animal Planet.
Sheer joy is having your belly rubbed while you're chewing your favorite
bone.
I don't care who's present it is - the paper's MINE.
Squirrels, birds and puttytats are NOT allowed anywhere in sight
of MY yard.
Barking is good exercise for my lungs.
My ears do NOT need to be cleaned. Pour that stuff in your own ears.
