I see that Agnes forgot to get Spanky the new chew toy she promised him.
He resents the newspaper? Troglodyte.
He’s putting the bite on her for a little attention and affection. Or a Milk-Bone.
That would be the least of his issues when I got through with him.
He’s about to resent his resentment in a moment.
Oh, Spanky, you poor neglected little doggie! Let me get you a stick, and WHACK YOU OVER THE HEAD!
You buy cheap dog food, you get bit. No surprise there…
Spanky’s become leader of the he-men women-hater club.
She doesn’t seem to mind…..ew
That’s my cat.
“Touch me! Touch me!”
He was just an ankle biter, until Agnes made the mistake of buying him that little ramp. She figured out that wearing Chucks protected her ankles; so his biting had become a non-issue.
The ramp was to prevent Spanky from hurting his back when he jumped down from the couch. Agnes is reevaluating the situation.
Spanky, didn’t your Mom teach you “Never bite the hand (or arm) that feeds you”?
Spanky is about to regret that his name is Spanky…
Spanky’s going to have spanking issues if he doesn’t unlatch pronto.
He.. desperately needs to pee and the hints are getting serious.
A definite hint. I recognized the symptoms.