I ate the watermelon while we were riding in the car. Ow – my tummy hurts.
Gryffin, my owners’ Maine Coon is really really really big (and scary).
Looks like she did you a favour!
My humans left me alone for 15 minutes in their bed while I pretended to sleep. Their mistake. Now they should set aside their silly camera, clean up this mess, and make me some breakfast! Yes, that’s my tongue sticking out. No, I’m not ashamed. Hurry up!
Chunk humps a stuffed animal that looks like him.
Annie found a green ball point pen. This doesn’t even capture the paw prints all over the house. Her sister Piper was hiding under the bed before we found it because she knew there was trouble ahead.
I somehow manage to squish myself under furniture and then bark until my parents come rescue me. It’s fun!!
I had explosive diarrhea on Mom’s favorite vintage coffee table. Not next to it, not beneath it, but on top of it. If Mom weren’t so busy being horrified she might be a little impressed.
– Disgustingly yours, Sherlock.
My Mommies took me to “Good Manners for Shy Dogs” class and I bit my teacher. Twice.
I know my dog isn’t alone in this, but I still just don’t understand why they do this. He eats his own vomit if we don’t clean it up fast enough!
Phoebe loves her some shoe laces!