You Can’t Prove Anything

Not That Mike The Other Mike

Yeah, I know this looks bad. You come home from work, and there’s stuff all over the floor, and you’re thinking that I was the only one in the house the whole time…

The smoking gun!

But here’s the thing: Are you sure it was me? Sure a door or window wasn’t unlocked? And did you leave that cabinet open? Looks like a case of negligence on your part.

I think you need to lock yourself in the crate tonight. (Twitter)

That dog is the boss and knows it, Sharon H.

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10 thoughts on “You Can’t Prove Anything”

  1. Murray C February 21, 2019 / 12:50 pm

    Hmmmm, crayons. I think the proof might be in the poop.

  2. allein ? February 21, 2019 / 1:33 pm

    Clearly it was Gremlins..

    • AJ February 21, 2019 / 1:59 pm

      In our house growing up, it was always the pixies that did it. Or the infamous Nobody accompanied by Not Me.

  3. Lucy's Mom February 21, 2019 / 3:01 pm

    Call me naive but I’m inclined to believe that sweet, guileless face.

    • Debg February 21, 2019 / 3:19 pm

      Me too.

    • Wuyizidi February 21, 2019 / 5:17 pm

      It’s his completely relaxed posture that sold me.

  4. Alice Shortcake February 21, 2019 / 4:46 pm

    The Most Interesting Dog in the World knows he can get away with anything.

    • Ricky's Mom February 21, 2019 / 7:28 pm

      Amen.

  5. fkaWaldenPond February 21, 2019 / 6:21 pm

    “Before the crate, though; When and what’s for dinner?”

  6. Patty February 21, 2019 / 7:36 pm

    When I was a kid, it was always Ida know, or Not Me who did the bad things.

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