Saturday
I didn't dig the holes!
Just because I'm sitting by the hole, doesn't mean I dug it. I'm just trying to get a flea. It was probably those cats...or the BABY.
What? Why are you all looking at me like that?
Mud? On the carpet? Why does that have to be MY fault?
Oh, yeah. Just because a dog gets a little dirt on their legs, EVERYTHING is suddenly the DOG'S fault.
The muddy water doesn't prove anything either. It's a set-up I tell ya. And I don't know how it got on the wall, either.
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