Taking to the Bottle

"Adolescence is just one big walking pimple"
Carol Burnett

Well, let's hope that isn't true!

I have taken to the bottle. Not in a bad way, I'm just trying to stretch my boundaries a bit. I'm not interested in curfews either. I'll be coming in late whenever I can. I may experiment with drugs (the Penicillin has been great, man!) And I might just not 'hear' when I'm being called. I might even take a few extra minutes to do as I'm told. "Sit" - well, let me just have a little think about that. What's in it for me? Biscuits. Biscuits are so last year. I'm NOT your slave!

It's so unfair. I hate her! I really hate her! Alright, I don't. But why can't I have a mobile phone? All the other dogs have them. Look:(Texts from my dog - some of them may contain language, as in bad language.)
And I want a phone. NOW! And to be a superhero! Now!

I'm a rubbish photographer as I think we may have established, but look the bottle is falling from her mouth! Actually I planned this, and everything. Those dog texts have arrived courtesy of Kiz. Thanks :)