Bad Dog
Submitted by Kelly M on 4/1/2010 7:04 PM
My pillows kept calling my name from the second I finished dinner. I directly headed upstairs with my Butterfinger. Place the chocolately buttery goodness on my side stand and before I could turn on the tv, I fell into a sleepy slumber dreaming of a buttery moment. I awoke the next morning with my beautiful 2 year old dog laying next to me, which was very abnormal since he has his own bed. I arose with something funky stuck to my side, there and behold a crinkled up butterfinger wrapper, dog still in chocolate induced slumber laying on my bed, smear of buttery goodness on his nose. Bad dog.