Scout gets so upset when he’s locked out of the bathroom he chews on the wall…
Three vet trips in one week. Need I say more?
I ran onto the field during the softball game to say hi to my dad while he was pitching. I am not ashamed. In fact, I tried it again in the 6th inning, but Mom stopped me.
(or as Grandpa calls me, “Red Devil”)
I chewed my uncle Aaron’s manicure set. You should be happy I didn’t cut myself.
Oakley: “I ate the corned beef my dad made for St. Patrick’s Day. Now my tummy hurts a little…” (sorry, but not sorry.)
Scout: “I was asleep in the other room and can’t believe I missed it.”
My mom left me home while she went to work, so I ate her hairbrush.
When I sleep I get so relaxed I fart. I smell so bad I made my little human throw up all over her bed. They are silent but violent.
I ate my bed.
We keep our puppy in a crate when we’re not home – for GOOD reason. Today I came home from work to a dog with her ears back in her crate with the door open…uh oh. During the course of 4 hours my beautiful Boston terrier decided to go through every trash receptacle she could get to and tear up the contents, but the cherry on top? The damage of our new (very expensive) area rug that we had to replace after she destroyed the first one. We decided to rename her Houdini.
I have 2 acres of garden, but I choose to poo in the courtyard at the front door.