“I disagree with Mom’s taste in hats.” – #FreemanPibble
My rescue pit bull Freeman has been with me for 2 weeks. In the last two days he’s decided my hats just had to go. He tore down the hat rack to get at the fedora. I hadn’t even worn the black one yet….
When I had the runs, I pooped on my mom’s favorite chair…the one with the silkscreened Italian linen slipcover (that she made herself). The chair was stacked with boxes, but I managed anyway! I’m all better now, thanks!
Jolie waits until we leave the house to do a food sweep every day. I’ve gotten really good about picking up anything that remotely smells like food but forgot about the pop tarts I put in my daughter’s College Care Package. The box was triple taped but she managed to break in. I found it hiding underneath a table in a corner. She went right for the Pop Tarts and has been pooping them for the past 48 hours. She is right, I am still mad at her but am glad that she seems to be feeling better.