'cause I'm gonna friggin' kill him. Today I got home from work and came in the front door, which is rare. And I see two little paw prints against the glass. My little turd dog broke through the baby gate and had free reign of the entire house today. It looks like Motley Crue had a house party while I was at work.
Causalities:
-coffee table centerpiece
-TV clicker
-pair of shoes
-doggie bathing hose (guess he didn't like it)
And the big one:
-one pair of Dolce and Gabbana eyeglasses.
Someone please tell me a story or a joke so I won't kill my dog. He likes SB and is pleading his innocence: