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
9 comments:
LOL! Nice try! We'd believe it, too, if we just took a look at your cute little pug face!
Do you think you have white filling? Can I take a nibble and find out?
Hmm, we're going to have to think about that one! Love the costume.
Drools and licks,
Minnie and Mack
Oh Roxy, You look great :) I don't think you're a devil pug at all.
Muah,
Minnie Moo
any devil dog is good in our book
Benny & Lily
I buy it! Roxy, I think you are sweet. Wish we could all taste one of those devil dogs...they look yummy!
Love,
Payton
BOL, yeah, we are totally buying the cookie-resemblance. Wink wink.
Kitty+Coco
BOL! Nice try Roxy but we're thinking maybe your dad's friend was right. And there sure isn't anything wrong with a little devil!
Pug love from,
Pearl & Daisy
Your not that bad are you? You can't be!
love
tweedles
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