DH walks in the room and the dog tore up some tissue all over the floor. I am in the kitchen and I hear, "Peanut! Did you do that? That right there? No on the floor. Stop looking at my hand, look at the floor. No, don't come over and lick my hand. Stop licking my hand, I am talking to you!" I started cracking up! I was like seriously babe, he's a dog, just clean up the tissue. What did you expect? The dog to be like, "Oh yes Dad, I did in fact rip up that tissue, I apologize. Let me grow opposable thumbs and clean that right up." BWAHAHAHA!
This is our dog, a Pekingese named Peanut. He was 8 weeks old here.
And this is Peanut a few weeks ago, he is almost 3 now.