My parents provide me puppy pads all over the house. I seldom acknowledge them, but on the rare occasion that I do, I barely stand on the edge of the puppy pad while me bum is still hovering over the rug.
Dewey is a rescue that came to us at 3 years old and we quickly found out he ate his own poop. Every. SINGLE. Day. We tried to break him of it to no avail. He is 10 now and has a habit of licking his legs which makes him smell like fecal matter. My son made him a shame hat out of a tuna can. I think Dewey feels some shame…..but as he ate his own poop as usual this morning… so maybe not.
Blanket hand knitted by family friend. Destroyed.
I went to Seattle Washington for 1 night. My daughter dog sits for me and sends me this photo.
I came home to a not-so-nice surprise in my bed.
Sign: “I pooped on Mom’s bed while she was at work. Then I tucked it in. Not sorry.”
“It’s a bag! Mommy brought home a bag! I wonder what’s in it…is it for me, is it for me?!? It’s….clothes. For her. Oh, this shirt she purchased will never do. It needs a little jazz. Let’s redesign it!”
I ate mommy’s brand new shirt while she was sleeping. Now I have to wear her shirt – the holes are very fashionable.
Kosey Cat and the family dog, Murphy, really despise one another. To get on Murphy’s nerves, he follows him around and always lies right next to him when he tries to sleep.
It’s 110 in Arizona today, so I made SNOW! Mom is not pleased.
I got trapped under the shed and send a friendly possum out to admire my Mom’s pedicure while she pried up the floorboards to rescue me wearing work clothes and high heel sandals. I’m like that–only thinking of others.
My 14 Year Old Jack Russell Terrier, Kasey, proves she is not too old to destroy her bed. BUT…….I think that her 5 Year Old sister, Chocolate Labrador, Indee, might have had something to do with it too.