My dog ate my birthday cake. I stay home from school on my birthdays and my mom got me a cake. It was on the table when I walked past the dining room table to turn the thermostat up before I took a shower.
When I came out I walked past it and it place holder was wiped clean so I thought my mom moved it. Checked the fridge and oven and didnt see it, went back to the table and looked closer and saw that it wasnt like clean, clean.
Then I thought, "Where's Frank?" (my dog's name) he is normally following me everywhere I go when Im home. This nikka was ghost. I see the chairs are moved oddly and look under the table cloth and see this big ass dude (Rott) was under the table with his face covered in frosting. I made him stay outside for 2 days because he was gonna be shytting everywhere.