After 5 years I still think dad’s cowboy boots are food… They were delicious… Definitely NOT sorry… <3 Bo
This is Dude. He likes to be comfy and the chair just isn’t comfy enough, but the back rest cushion is! He likes to sit on the top of the cushion and totally ruin its form. The tin foil was supposed to be a deterrent for him getting up there, but it obviously isn’t working. Sign reads, “Tin foil doesn’t scare me … I’m a cushion squishing jerk. Dude”
I fart every time I stretch to look out the window. My mom calls it “dog yoga”.
I am such a clever dog. I recognize the music from any advert with cat dog, bear, tiger, wolf etc etc. I bark explosively as soon as the music starts, even before the dog/cat appears. I am obsessed.
Teething is getting expensive.
I EAT STAIRS
I was babysitting the neighbour’s hunting dogs while they went to Vegas. They got bored and I had to hide the evidence.
Meg had recently been under the weather and lost her appetite. Seems it is back. She had finished her dinner and while we were out getting ours, she pulled a canvas bag off of a chair, emptied it, ripped a hole in a plastic bag and then the plastic wrap. She scattered pieces of cracker through the house maybe to make sure she could find her way back to the office.
Nearly drown myself and mother chasing ducks instead of the ball!!!!
This week I ate:
a bag of Doritos
a bag of trail mix
a popsicle stick
a bag of almonds
& cat poop.