Teaching How To Lie

(My dog has terrible anxiety. It has gotten worse when I move out of my parents’ house, and leave her with my folks. I call to check on her.)

Dad: “Yeah, I came home, and she had gotten into your mother’s cigarettes.”

Me: “Wait, WHAT?”

Dad: “And there were beer cans everywhere, and then I saw the Doberman trying to sneak out the back door!”

Me: “Really, dad?”