So Kashmir decided she was going to sneak out when the door was just about closed. She ran down the street where there’s a little park near a creek. After trying to get her to come to me, I see a deer run across the the way and I was just saying to myself, “please don’t let Kashmir be chasing that deer”. And sure enough she was in hot pursuit right behind. The deer changed course and was heading near my direction. Almost to tell me “get the dog off of me before I hoof smash her”. It got pretty close to me and so did Kash. I tried to stop her but had no luck. It finally got away and it took me a few more minutes to convince her that the deer was gone and while shaking the keys, she was going for a ride. The worst part was she definitely jumped in the creek, as she was drenched. Of course on the day after she just had a bath. And yes, I also was in the mud and sticks in my slacks and dress shoes. I still wouldn’t trade her for anything.
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.