The Exploding Chair

Oh, uh, hi Mommy. Are you home from work already? What chair? Oh, that chair. Well, you see, Mommy, I was just sitting here minding my own business and it just kinda’ exploded. There’s Ludwig. He was watching from the top of the Victrola. Ask him!

(A few minutes later, after everyone returned from pottying.)

You can probably put it back together, Mommy. There’s some of it over there.And some of it over there.

You didn’t think I could do anything naughty with the cone on my head? Well, that’ll teach you. And I have to stay in my kennel tomorrow like I used to before the cone without ice cream?  *mumbles* I can’t help it if chairs explode.

I am Xena the Schnauzer Warrior Princess on Restrictions

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