Wasn't it just last week that the stupid dog ripped apart my husband's wallet and credit cards?
This morning my husband came downstairs and noticed a twenty dollar bill lying in the hall in front of the dog. "Why is there a twenty dollar bill on the floor?" he asked.
Without even glancing up from the computer, I answered. "Probably because the dog ate your wallet again."
My husband growled. He marched over to the other room and found his wallet on the floor.
Fortunately for Schultz, nothing else was chewed up or damaged.
"Next time you try stealing twenty bucks from me, dog, you're going to the pound!"
I think he means it!