Ipass through the bedroom where the puppy’s big bed is, and see him in his bed… snuggled down on several random pieces of clothing.
Dog Mom: You… you robbed the dirty clothes basket? Holy crap!
Puppy: (gives me a blank, innocent stare) These are not the drawers you’re looking for.
Dog Mom: You realize that was a completely fictional story, right?
Puppy: Move along, these are not the drawers you’re–
Dog Mom: I SAW THE SAME MOVIE. THAT DOES NOT WORK.
Puppy: How do you know? This is the fourth time you’ve walked in here and you just now noticed. My Jedi mind tricks are strong.
Dog Mom: (takes away clothes) Keep it up, buddy, and you’re going to be tossed to the dark side.
Puppy: GASP… oh no, not the… wait… where would that be? Would that be in the pantry? Because it’s really dark in the pantry. I could be punished in there.
Dog Mom: I’m never winning this game, am I?
Puppy: Nope.
