A MonSter UnDer my bEd?

Mr. Kane here...
See this closed door. That male human does not let me in. I hear the water running. The male human spends 3o minutes behind this closed door every evening. The male human finally opens the door and has wet fur on his head and a fuzzy towel around his mid section. Weird species...those humans.
When this door closes each night I assume my usual position as a monster under the bed! First just my hind legs are exposed to the human species. Looks very scary....

Then the humans get closer and see a bit more of my kanine features. I still am a monster under the bed.Here comes the the monster-like features good thing no tiny baby humans reside in this humble abode. I would fear for their safety. Monsters under my bed are very very scary.

Come on already, Just leave me be...I am a monster under the bed! Roarrrrrr.

Never mind the wagging tail...I am a Monster under the BED!!!!

Oh, it's just lovable ol' me, KANE! I told you there was nothing to be afraid of. sigh

Be sure to check for monsters under your bed and be safe,

KANE

Prisoner has Escaped!!!

Mr. Kane here...

I have escaped from that prison cell "formerly known as the klinker"! My ghostly image can be seen walking away from the cell. Wonder what adventures there are in store for me today?

Well blow me down....lookie what I have found hanging in the college girl's room. What does she think this is a dormitory.

It has caused quite a stir in this room. It was billowing away in the wind...just taunting me with the smirk on its face. I outta...bark bark bark bark bark bark grrrrrr woof woof brrrrrrrrrrrarrrk. Good thing she held me back I might have ripped it to shreds.

That should show him who's the boss around here! As you can see I am staring it down and it seems to be crumbling. I have discoverd its weakness.

Tune in next time...

Woof,

Kane

Kane in the Klinker

Mr. Kane here...

Every night I am slammed in the klinker. I do not know why they insist on locking me up. I did not chew on their socks or jump on the furniture, what gives?

It might be because I crawl under their bed at night and then they chase me out. The bedroom door closes behind them and I figure I should lay faithfully right in front of the door. Sometime in the middle of the night some clumsy oaf steps on me and almost breaks their neck not mentioning the stomping on my poor little rib cage.

I am just saying that might be a reason, but I am sure they have their own story.

I am so used to this cell that I can be found lounging in my kennel before it's even lock down time. I am a model prisoner. Sometimes I get out for good behavior.!

Tune in soon to find out when I am released!

Wooooof,

Kane