From The Mouth Of A Baby

Now I love my dog, but I think he is getting a little annoying lately. Remember how he ate that stuff that fell on the floor in the kitchen that mom was cooking? Well he got gas and the diarrhea from it and he pooped in the house. It was a disaster. It was messier than when I have my accidents. Mom was not having a good day at all.

Then she found this spot in my bedroom and she looked at me, but it wasn’t me, it was the dog of course. Then she woke up dad and told him to take care of his dog. The dog is always dad’s when he is bad and mom’s when he is good. I was laughing because I knew I wasn’t getting in trouble for messing the place.

Here is a video I like about a dog and a baby.

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