What's Up With This Chair?

Okay I ask you. Does this look like I'm checking out the chair or does it look like I'm eating the chair? I know I'm only checking it to make sure everything is okay so when dad sits down he won't hurt his little butt, but oh, no, mom and dad both think I'm eating it and forbid me to go near the bottom of the chair any more.


It's hard to be a helper dog when mom and dad doubt everything I do....but because I love them so much, I'm willing to watch over them and I kind of check out things when they're not looking....like what is an electrical socket? Why does the trash stay in a trash bag under the sink? And why do they lock me in the bedroom at night instead of letting me roam the house to guard them?

These are all important questions that need to be answered, but for the life of me, I can't get an answer out of them.

Please say a prayer for them, because they really need my help so much.

Have a great day and sleep tight tonight

Love you all
Yil (Wiley)