Clearing the Air

I would like to defend my good name. Now, while I did have a case of room-clearing flatulence yesterday my sissy DOCTORED the photo to make it look like a gas cloud had drifted out. They happened to be silent (and invisible) but deadly, thank you very much. SHE stuck her nose there--what did she expect?

And, just a reminder. My sissy is one crazy bitch:




Which of these faces would YOU trust?


What kind of a dog could be mean to this?

e-THEL!

Oh is my sissy is trouble. And if it wasn't so hot and I felt like getting up from the linoleum floor, she'd be in BIG TROUBLE. And I must warn her, my friend Professor Tealeaf of Lurcher University has been busy adapting basset extenders for my legs. And when I can look Ethel in the eye--she is in TROUBLE. No one makes it out of a Wally stare-down in one piece.