That’s all right. I didn’t like that bed anyway. In fact, I was reading this article about how soft beds can lead to all kinds of spinal problems. And that stuffing, could that be asbestos? Formaldehyde? Who knows these days? Nope, I’ll just sleep on the nice safe floor, and you have fun getting back problems and cancer.
We should bring him some sour grapes as a treat, Sharon H.
“I’m telling ya, Carl, this has been the worst day of my entire life. First thing, my human gets out the leash, so I’m thinking: great, dog park. But do we go to the dog park? No, we go to some scary room where I get poked and prodded and stuffed into a plastic funnel. And what’s worst, I discover that I’m — how do I put this — not a whole man anymore. Can anything else go wrong today?”
It’s a dog’s life, Sharon H.
Mr. Mom
The Animal Rescue Site, via Elaine W.
You'll float too, Boo-Boo! YOU'LL! FLOAT! TOO!
Denver Post, via John B.
I'll just plant myself here. Get it? Plant!
The Animal Rescue Site, via Elaine W.
Hey, I'm not that fat!
Mashable, via Andrew Y.
Dear Diary: Today our sweet and devoted human brought home matching beds for me and the cat to sleep on. At first I thought my bed was smaller but the cat explained it was something called an “optical illusion” on account of I am so much bigger than she is.
