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I ran into the public toilets at the park and paddled in the men’s urinal. I have no sense of decency.
– This is Gus. He regularly wallows in stinky puddles, but this was a new trick. I had to struggle with the pram to get home quickly and wash him. Twice.
Nothing scares me more than little girls and whoopie cushions. -Aspen
I stole my mama’s heart! And pillows.
“I eat my dad’s uniforms.”
Oz is a 2 1/2-year-old Weimaraner we recently adopted from our local animal shelter. He enjoys chewing on blinds, dishes, bones, floors, door frames, and uniforms. After an evening out of the house, we had arrived home only to find a hole in an ACU shirt where the name tape should have been, and my husband had the clever idea to dress him up as if he were a 5-pound Chihuahua. This resulted in an uncomfortable Oz, and a very sweet picture!
Beau (on the right) and Maggie (on the left) are NOT allowed in the kitchen, but they think the rugs are “safe.”
Leda got into the recycling AND the cat’s food shelf when we were at work.
“I sit and cry when my toys fall off of the couch until someone (my human sister) gets up and retrieves it for me……and then I drop it again!” -Clarence
I was just crunching numbers…
My Dad does not like me.