It's a Doggone Shame.
Submitted by Evalyn B on 4/1/2010 9:43 AM
I drove home from a long day at work, collected my mail and was greeted by my dog Jiggles. After walking him I gave him a bowl of reduced fat kibble and went into the bedroom to change, thoughts of the buttery delicious Butterfinger bar that awaited me in the kitchen making me smile.
As I entered the kitchen I noticed that some of the mail had fallen off the table. And where was my Butterfinger bar?
And where was Jiggles?
"Jiggles," I called.
Slow-ly Jiggles slunk into the room and gave me a lick. Funny - his breath smelled almost choclatty.
"JIGGLES!"