When the Horse of Different Color is Not a Horse...

Dear Puppy,

Is it possible that when you poop in my pantry, and then give me the look . . .

(Don't act like you don't know which one!)

. . . is it possible that you are aware that you have gotten me wrapped around your little paw?

Wrapped, I tell you. 

Wrapped.

I am finding it stinking impossible to be mad at you, dog.

And, consequently, I think I may be developing into a dog person. 

I know. 

I know.

I never thought that it could happen. (No comments are necessary here mom.)

So puppy, I ask you, please refrain from giving me the impossibly cute doggie face after you eat the crayola green washable marker,  because otherwise, you remind me too much of this guy from the Wizard of Oz. . .

from movies and other things blog, originally from wizard of oz movie

and you, of course, are the dog of a different color.

Smooches,

Annie