AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A DOG ROOF PARTY CUS A DOG ROOF PARTY DON’T STOPPPPPP
And by the way, who is this owner to call these dogs bad? Um, excuse me ma’am, it’s April 14th. Oh shit my I didn’t do my taxes y— anyway… It’s April 14th. You know what that means? It’s rooftop season. It’s 70 and sunny and god damn is it the perfect time to sit on a roof and drink some beers. You know how dogs will run miles into town to get help and lead them back to a house that’s on fire? Well that’s exactly what’s going on here. These dogs are leading you out onto your rooftop to chill because you need to chill. They want you to sit out in the sun and put on some music and drink between fifteen to twenty beers and enjoy life. You don’t even have to find you beach, lady — your very good doggos found it for you.
P.S. Bitch I’m a dog, ROOF