Shannon's dog, Maury, ate my wallet. Seriously. The little furball chewed up my wallet and my debit card while I was in bed sick with a headache.
If it had been my dog, Sophie, she would have banished to the doghouse for a month. But no, Shannon's "little poopsie-whoopsie didn't mean to; no he didn't. Mean ol' daddy shouldn't have left his wallet where Mr. Moe-Moe would be tempted by it. Baaad daddy. Want a doggy treat, my little Maury-poo?"
Meanwhile, I'm using a plastic baggy as a wallet.
Grrr…
2 comments:
Hilarious! My laugh for the day!
love ya,
Mom
Next time put a piece of chocolate in your wallet and that will fix that problem. Or something electronic that will shock him.
Chad
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