As soon as a few wrapped gifts appeared under the tree, he was all over 'em, sniffing and pawing and barking.
Of course, Gromit -- Brilliant and Gifted Dog -- quickly ascertained there was nothing under the tree for him quite yet, and this was the face we got:
"Where the hell are MY presents?"
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I am listening to: Craig Ferguson
I am reading: Nothing really
And I am: Sleepy
4 comments:
Handsome and sensetive... who needs presents when you already have the whole package.
Striking!
Gromit
What? That's how dog's spell sensitive!? Sheesh..
G
My masters (which is a joke because I am the MASTER of my domain) only put presents for me under the tree.
Good luck dog.
Meow
BTW - I really LOVE your dog! It makes me want to scratch him on his belly and play fetch with him!
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