Storyline: I walk in door. Trash. I look at Zig. He is in the corner. He is nervous. He's been discovered. His tail beats the floor. His head goes down. His eyes go up. He looks so incredibly sad, guilty and cute all at the same time that I just can't take it! I laugh. He is relieved. He prances over to me. His tail wags. He licks me with his trash mouth. Zig wins again.
|How could you be mad at this face? Answer: you can't.|