My sister ate the house with me, but she is unwilling to be photographed. She actually felt guilty, where you can see by my face, I don’t. There are more spots that I ate, please don’t think I can only do small amounts of damage.
This is my sisters pup who likes to steal bread meant for the birds.
I ate gravel and made messes in the house. Had to get x-rays at the vet only to be told I’m just gassy.
I just bought a brand new mega pack of toilet paper and I only left her alone for a second.
I tore up all of my obedience training lessons…
“I had string from a chew toy in teeth and used the carpet as floss”
Our new 6 moth old Great Pyrenees/German Shepherd puppy didn’t think the 100+ toys were acceptable and decided to sample the carpet while we were at work.
His name is Blew.
“I pooped in dad’s sneaker!”
Clyde (1 year old chocolate Labrador) helped himself to $15 dollars this morning and remains remorseless.
Tucker is 9 months old and has developed the technique of playing dead whenever he doesn’t want to do something. Even though he is able to jump up into the low elevation of the Prius he refuses to do it voluntarily and prefers to place his front paws up and then have his rear paws lifted up. When I don’t cooperate he plays dead and poor poodle Scarlett has to impatiently wait while I try to move him from his passive protest position.
We received a phone call from a random neighbour telling us our dog was out. “No no,” we said, “it’s not possible, he was safe and snug in the fenced in yard when we left!” Sure enough, there he was when we returned, grinned at us from poolside. We called the neighbour back and confirmed that it could not possibly have been our dog.
He got our number from off of his tag.
It was not the first time someone had seen him. Or the 2nd. Or the 8th.
If we had a Porsche we would be so screwed.