“I don’t get it, Martha!”

“All you have to do is get in the car.”
“So why don’t you open the back door like usual?”
“I’ve told you a million times.”
“Yeah but you don’t make any sense. What is this ‘broken’?”
“Oh, Bear. Here, let me dry your face on this warm towel.”
“I like that.”

Sigh. Who has spoiled dogs??? 🐾

6 thoughts on ““I don’t get it, Martha!”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.