I Love Bags

I love bags. I love everyting about them. Whether they are paper, plastic, cloth, etc. Bags are da' bomb. I love to climb into them and pretend I'm in hiding. Maybe I'm in the witless protekshun program and I'm hiding from the mafia, or from my human, or from that snobby-assed Snoop. I love to tear stuff out of bags. Garbage, clothes, grosheries. Give me a bag, and I am a happy boy. Ooohh...My human has just got back from her shopping xkursion. Could it be she brought me a bag??? Please, please, please. I've been a good boy. Gimme a bag!!