Er’doggy in the house gettin’ tipsy

So I get home from work today and lying in front of the doorway is an abnormally docile-looking puppy. This behaviour is quite foreign for a pup who loves to sniff and probe and jump the second my feet touch the welcome mat. Who stole my puppy and replaced him with a dog? Did he really reach doghood in a single afternoon? I ponder as I kick off my heels and hang up my jacket. And then a strong smell invades my senses. I look to my left and there is a mess of shredded paper and an empty flask on the floor. My boisterous little puppy is as drunk as a dog. This shall be the last time we leave little sample size bottles of Glenfiddich lying around the house. He should have been a Scottie-dog!

Sorry for the terrible quality - I wanted to capture Naughty Puppy right in the act!

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