If it's on the floor, it's mine.



Laces are great doggie dental floss.



I have claimed the entire floor of this house as my real estate. I tried to mark it officially, but mom won’t let me pee anywhere but outside. Therefore, this is an oral agreement between me and the humans. If you leave a shoe, sock, or bag full of groceries on the floor, it’s mine. Don’t give me dirty look when you see the trash bag strewn across the kitchen floor and an unknown source of slime all over my face. The bag was there, I claimed it, and thank you for the lovely leftover meals. Mmm….my favorite….mystery meat!