Can’t Blame That One On The Dog

(We recently got our first family dog and, despite initial resistance from my mom, he sleeps in between my mom and dad. My dad told me this story one day.)

Dog: *starts shifting in the bed, moving his head towards the pillows*

Mom: “What’s wrong, buddy?”

Dad: “He’s just getting comfortable. He’s fine.”

Dog: *continues shifting and ends up staring directly at my mom*

Mom: “I’m sorry, okay?”

(Yep, turned out mom ripped one right in the dog’s face and thought she could get away with it.)