Where am I you ask?
Attempting to coax the the four-legged family members off the bed using basted biscuits.
Too bad Officer Bob was the only one to fall for my trick.
Turns out "basted biscuits" sounds alot like "tasty Triscuits"
Lesson learned.
Just kick the dogs.
P.S. Please disregard the mismatched bedding. Reggie relieved himself (in the liquid form) on the comforter, and this one was stolen from the guest bedroom. I'm no Martha Stewart, but my lack of a keen eye for interior decorating does recognize that something doesn't quite belong here.
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Make a wish - clock says 11:11!
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