Came home tonight and threw the tennis ball with Danny Boy for quite a while. Mind you, it was 17 degrees out, but he just couldn't get enough. As we were wrapping up, a sparrow flew into the garage and couldn't figure out how to get out. We tried to shoo the sparrow out, but he insisted on flying all around the garage except out the doors. Danny just sat there watching him fly around like the bird was there for his entertainment. We decided to back one car out of the garage to give the bird more room and he flew right out.
After that excitement, we came upstairs and opened the mail. The usual tax documents and junk mail along with a check I was expecting. We popped the pizza in the oven and headed upstairs to change leaving Danny roaming downstairs. On our way back down, there was Danny, ear deep in the mail. He had chewed through two tax documents and was starting on some junk mail when we caught up with him. Fortunately, my check was still intact.
After several serious BAD BOYs, we told him the next knock on the door might be the Postmaster General with a subpoena for destruction of government property. As you can see, he wasn't too concerned.
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Exellent! Now you don't have to declare anything on those documents, and when the IRS audits you, you can say with a straight face, "Sorry, my dog ate them."
Yeah, I'm sure that would go over well!
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