June loses her mind when it comes to anything with wheels. Be it trucks, bicycles, skateboards, you name it. The worst, however, is when she goes into attack-mode over babies in strollers or people in wheelchairs. It’s not you, it’s your wheels.
“I drag my toys out 1 by 1 and leave them in the kitchen for mom to trip over and fall.” – This is Rowdy. He is a one year old boxer. He loves his toys. All. Of. Them. He must be surrounded by them at all times.
I peed on the kitchen trash can (and I just went for a walk).
The highlight of this escapade was that Richie looked me right in the eyes as he did it. I suppose it’s my own fault for a) not believing that’s what he was actually about to do, and b) having a kitchen trash can for him to pee on.
My little long haired mini doxie, Chloe, dug a hole under the fence and went after one of our free range chickens. The chicken ran away and hid under the camper where it promptly died from fright!! Crazy girl.