We Great Danes, Me, Stellar and Venus, love paper. It’s soft. We eat tissues. If she wipes her face and forgets to put the tissue in the bin, she puts it on the table. Then the tissue’s gone. Where is it? One of us is chewing it. She says, “Ugh!” It’s her fault.
If someone forgets to shut the door, we go and eat the toilet paper. Our big teeth tear it on the roll and big shreds hang from it. It’s their fault.
If you put tissues in the bin and shut doors you’ll spoil our doggy fun. It’s not fair as they seem to give us soft toys. We want to be naughty.