We had friends over for the Army-Navy game on Saturday. A few of us were in the kitchen. Napoleon must have been too excited and couldn’t hold it. He didn’t ask to go outside because it was cold and there was still snow on the ground, so…he just decided to poop on the kitchen rug while 4 of us were in there and didn’t see it happen.
Toby the cocker spaniel loves nothing more than butt scratches.
I roll around in princess dresses until I get one on. I like to feel fancy.
Sawyer is sulking because I told him not to chew on his new Fourth of July. In the month he’s been with me since he was rescued from a high-kill shelter, he’s been caught chewing on clothes, socks, and one night chewed a hole in the sheet that had fallen partially onto the floor where he sleeps.
I pee on other dogs.
This morning I got Barney, my running partner, fellow Weimaraner and best mate.
I was sitting on the couch working on a law school outline. Dixie jumped on my lap and puked immediately after, all over my computer.
I used to have a blog in which my Bacon went on travels with me. Cleo I guess enjoyed Bacon more than the blog.
I trash-can dive when no one is looking!!
300 piece puzzle. Make that 295!
Rosie Lucky Bee Evans
Harry got a little rambunctious on a trip to Wal-Mart. Bad service puppy bit through his leash and ran after a Wal-Mart employee who was scared of dogs. Service etiquette is a work in progress.