Uh, the tiles there actually add up to 10 points, not 11.

He’s not going to get more than 10 unless he lands on one of those bonus squares.

So how many points is that?

If he could actually play scrabble, I believe he would put down, “Home is where the weenies are.”

I wish I could play Scabble like that! Hey you, doggie you could.

That’s true, Laurie. He cuddles up on the sofa and bed with me after it’s all done, so he does make up for it.

And work today is not nearly as dire as I had feared it would be.

There’s still a lot of poop, tho.

Suda, wouldn’t your day end with dog cuddles, too, after the walkies and the poops?

I had a truly disastrous day at work today, to the point where very higher-ups are mad at me.

I got home and took my big guy for his nightly poop walk. As I gathered it in the plastic grocery sack, I realized philosophically that no matter how good or bad a workday is, it’ll always end the same: with a big handful of steamy dog t***ds.

‘What we can’t see in this frame is the three other dogs he’s playing with, and that in Dog Scrabble, the *only* letters are “P” and “O”. There’s “poop” all over the board!’

Laurie C has killed me. I am dead of laughing too hard.

If my dog played Scrabble, I’m pretty sure the letters T-R-E-A and T would be in there too. Or at least he’d want them to be.

useta hada kitteh – That is an interesting combination now that you mention it. Maybe a little joke? But scrabble dog isn’t a Bouvier. All different except, oh hey, it’s black.

Alright everyone, it was a joke. Santa Claus does exist, and he’s also known as Kris Kringle… I know this because the Post Office forwarded the Santa mail to him.