I Eat Your Sunglasses at Night.
“Someone is going to be in deep doo-doo when he gets to the ol’ pearly gates!”
Our Rottie smashed the head off of the Jesus statue in our backyard. That’s what happens when you name your dog Brimstone.
I’m supposed to keep the chickens out of the house.
I crawl between my parents at night and push my dad out of bed. Dad sleeps on the couch now…I get mom and a queen size bed to myself.
Our poor old dog Macy, gets an upset tummy an awful lot. She goes outside to eat grass, will be out there for half an hour, but then comes back inside to throw up on the carpet.
Cooper, our hammer tic/mountain cur mix sneaks behind the couch to eat our stuff.
This is George. George is 3 and was adopted from the humane society 10 months ago. George has the sweetest disposition and loves EVERYONE… Except six pillows, Santa, pajama pants, underwear, the couch, and a 10lb bag of flour. Those things MUST be destroyed. TODAY. George’s mom apologizes for ‘hashtagging’ wrong, she is too busy cleaning up to fix the sign and well… It’s pretty obvious who did it!
I bought The Dog Shaming book and gave it to my husband (from Truffle) for Valentine’s Day, which was yesterday. Today, we went out for breakfast. When we came home, we discovered The Dog Shaming book chewed up and under the dinette table. Truffle had to climb onto a chair to get at the book, which was on the table. She has never done this before. Ever. Truffle, it seems, has a keen sense of irony.
While I was out playing hockey Iris was busy making me a valentines present. And proving the lock on the garbage doesn’t work too well.
The one on the left surfed the bag off of the table.
The one in the middle chewed the hole in the bag.
The one on the right just wanted the cookie I was offering to down/stay for the picture! Crazy kids!