So Betsy and I are just chillaxin’, enjoying some quiet time under dad’s chair, when suddenly we see dad get down on the floor.
Naturally, of course, we rush over to see if he has any treats, but he just said he wanted to take a picture of us while we were chillaxin’.
Needless to say, we weren’t very happy.
As you can see, no treats were forthcoming.
Betsy was not pleased.
I was not pleased either.
Uh oh dad, you’d better look out. I think Betsy is PLOTTING YOUR DOOM.
I will now proceed to ignore you by grooming myself. That’s how unimportant you are.
Maybe next time dad will learn to always bring us treats.
-Gus
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5 responses to “Under-Chair time with dad”
for all that doom plotting, and disapproval, you guys are still a couple of cuties.
*Gasp!* BAD Dad.. How could you resist that cute widdle smushy face when she presented for pets so nicely??
Here we are, stars of our own internet reality show and we don’t even get any treats! We need representation! A lawyer! We’ll go on strike!
Oh my. Probably good I live a long way away.
Gus, those EARS!! How did you get them to DO that?!