Maymo Shamed

There's no shame in rolling around in pickles, Maymo. No shame at all. Stealing pretzel from a goat, however, is foolhardy. Them goats kick.

I want to know where he was taking the water bottles.

There are worse things than being a sneaker sniffer. Our schnoodle runs in as we exit the bathroom to sniff the toilet lid, and vacuum up any random farts (I imagine).

It is with that same nose and stinky 'staches, he wants to smell inside our mouths when we've been out for dinner, to analyse what we had been eating. He has to settle for us just blowing our breath in his direction.

Fortunately, he never learned to be a smoocher.