Sign reads: “Buried a rawhide chew in a planter. Not even remotely sorry.” Well, it appears that Terri is on a roll!
On Wednesday, she rolled in something unspeakably foul while on a walk with me and a friend. I spent ages shampooing her clean. On Wednesday night, she horked up all over the sofa. And on Thursday, she dug up a planter to bury a rawhide bone, and then tracked dirt all over the house and onto the bed (less than half an hour after I had washed the floors and changed the sheets). For a dog, this is surely the Trifecta of naughtiness! It is a good thing that Terri is actually a very sweet girl and we love her so much!
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. “
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!