doesn't make it true. A friend of dad's nicknamed me "the Devil Dog" but just because she did, doesn't mean I am one.
Seriously, my being a "Devil Dog" has nothing to do with eating gingerbread houses, English Muffin Bread, bananas, Triscuits, pens, pencils, Wheat Thins, popcorn, granola or chicken. Nor does it have anything to do with shredding kleenex, toilet paper, notepaper or pillow corners. It also has nothing to do with my getting on all the tables, chairs, and desks in the house. Or getting through all the barricades, knocking over the garbage cans (and spreading the garbage around), rolling in the clean laundry or getting the clean laundry out of the laundry basket so I CAN roll around in it.
It's because I am long and skinny and dark colored, like a Drake's Devil Dog treat.
Don't ask about the white filling, I'm already out on quite a limb, here. lol