My son turned 15 on the 18th of this month. I can't believe I have a 15 year-old. It really blows my mind.
While I was baking my sons cake Snoot decided to help out. As I was flouring the cake pan he came over and dug out a greasy paper towel I had just deposited in the trash and started to make off with it towards the carpet. I had to run him down, hands covered in flour and forcibly remove it from his jaws. The picture below is the result of that adventure.
Crazy dog! Looks like the dog on Family Guy after he became a drug dog and got addicted to cocaine.
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