The dog and I don't speak the same language.

Sometimes I think the dog might be smarter than we think.

I of course don't think this when he eats his own poo, just to be clear.

We keep telling "the corporal" he's not allowed on the couch.

I feel like when we say that he cocks his head and says in his imaginary doggy voice:  "What do you mean?  I spend all of my time sleeping on the couch when you're not here."

Yet another gratuitous dog picture.