What do you get when you mix 2 fat ass dogs and a trashcan full of goodies? This:
Hazel: Do you smell that?
H: I don't know. I think it smells like...French Bread.
D: What? Head swivels quickly back and forth Where?
H: I think it is in that giant food can we always get in trouble for digging in.
D: Oh no. You said that after that last caper you were going to stay away from that. Your tailbone hurt for hours.
H: Yo, biznitch. Don't be calling me out in front of my homies.
D: Homies? I'm the only other person here. I do not understand why you persist in pretending you are from the hood.
H: I will bust a cap in your ass.
D: You don't have opposable thumbs dumbass.
H: N E Ways. What are we going to do about the bread?
D: You know I can't reach that can.
H: You should have been a calico because you are such a pussy. Fine. I will get it.
Hazel stands up on her back legs and using her teeth, pulls the bag of old french bread out and onto the dining room floor.
H: I'm King of the World.
D: Do you do these things because you just can't help yourself or do you just enjoy getting in trouble?
H: Wha? Let's Eat!
We came home to find crumbs covering the rug and a half of a loaf of garlic bread missing.
When I asked Hazel why she did it, all I got was this face in response. It is very difficult to punish this face. As you can see, her belly is quite swollen. I have a feeling she will be having punishment enough in a couple of days trying to pass a half a loaf of bread.
That is all,