Little Grey Bungalow
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A Case of Mistaken Identity
Someone who shall remain nameless just walked past the desk, absent-mindedly tossed me a Milk Bone, and started to hand a Milky Way to Babyface.
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4 comments:
mmm, mistaken for the dog, huh? I guess that's preferable to being taken for the furniture!
Either he ate far too many Milky Ways already or he needs a whack on the back of the head like a beast. "Bad Dog, No Biscuit"
(your choice on what the biscuit can represent...)
Much on his mind?
That is hysterical! Would love to have seen the look on your face.
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