“I’m telling you, that dog belongs in the circus.” Deb scowled at Barry. “You could at least help me clean up the mess.” “I thought you wanted me to pick up a new cake from the bakery.” “I don’t see you heading out the door.” Barry gave an apologetic shrug. “I’m still trying to figure out how a tiny dog jumped from the floor to the countertop to eat Jason’s birthday cake.”
And Grace will never tell!! 😉
Really cute, unless it was my cake!