Lucy just can’t learn her lesson. She can go out the dog door to poop but she just can’t help herself and poops on the floor.
LuAnne the Basset decided she needed to use this blanket more than I did, and let me know this by barking in my face until I relinquished it. She is a burrower and apparently needed to burrow immediately. We still love her though.
“My artwork is too derivative of Vhils!” Poor Peg. She may look up the heavens for inspiration, but her less-than-accomplished attempts to emulate renowned street-artist Vhils just don’t go far. She took this description of deconstructionism and decided to apply it to art… and walls. “
I attempted to serve myself some pie.
Dasha’s New Year’s Resolution:
I refuse to poop outdoors. You don’t, so why would I?
Whenever Remi wants to play and Cooper isn’t in the mood and swats her away, she goes for his manhood and bites it to get his attention.
My dog niece Roxy ate grandpa’s steak off the counter!
I like to wait for my owner to be painting a fine line before barking loud enough to make her jump and mess up! (I will do it again, too)
Mae has to be supervised around the Christmas Tree. She’s chewed branches and scattered needles around the living room. She also has gotten into the cat litter a few times. It sticks to her nose and her breath smells like the expensive litter!