These events took place over the course of one weekend when Bitey had just turned four months old. This was before I had a camera, and it took me pages and pages to scribble out all of the misery my puppy put me through in those two days!
Mommy forgot to shut
The bathroom door
Where the roll of TP
Hangs so close to the floor.
When from over my shoulder
Comes a loud, angry roar,
“Don’t touch that, you beast!
I don’t have any more!”
So I snatch up the end
And away I do soar..
So pleased with my game,
I am thrilled to the core!
Leaping and bounding
And twisting with glee
I watch as my human
Can’t catch up with me.
I roll till I’m wrapped
like an ancient mummy.
It’s a gift from the gods
This roll of TP!
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 