Bad habits, bad attitudes, bad breath. With a weakness for bad outfits and having bad hair days. Dogs are no less bad than cats, so it was only a matter of time before, emboldened by the runaway success of <em>Bad Cat</em>, the #1 <em>New York Times </em>bestseller with 487,000 copies in print, dogs would be begging for the chance to speak out. Dogs like: <br> <br> <strong>Trixie</strong>, the puppy eating her own foot, who says: “If you're wondering, it tastes like chicken.” Or the aging <strong>Sam</strong>, eyes popping out of his head and granny glasses askew: “Sweet mother of mercy—the Viagra's working!” Or <strong>Tasia</strong>, a big mutt forced to wear little Santa hats, who snarls: “ I'd like to roast your chestnuts on an open fire.” There's <strong>Dallas</strong> the surly yoga instructor. The old letch <strong>Samson</strong>, half-mastiff and half-slobber. <strong>Barley</strong> of the Order of the Vested Shih Tzus. Devil-worshipping <strong>Penny</strong>. Friend of sailors <strong>Miz Skeeter Bug</strong>. And <strong>Charlie</strong>, whose words should be heeded by every owner who thinks it's cute to dress up the family pet: “Listen to me! I am not a bird. I am not a plane. I'm just your dog, Charlie.” In the same format as <em>Bad Cat</em>, with 244 truly funny photographs (including a number of group portraits), plus name, age, hobby, and candid quote.