I'm not ALWAYS a bad dog!

I know NOTHING about the missing steak.

November 3rd 2006 9:37 pm
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My mom made me some steaks to put in Dad's lunch. They were too hot to pack, so she left them cooling on the broiler rack on top of the stove. I had been smelling them for a long time, but honestly, I don't know what happened to the steaks. Mom came in, and the broiler rack was still on top of the stove, but the steaks were gone. They accused me, but I didn't eat them. How could I have gotten to the steaks on top of a broiler rack on top of the stove without making a sound? See, so it wasn't me. It was some other, invisible stealth dog who likes steak. Maybe a ghost dog! Yeah, that's it!

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

 
 

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