I run away at 4 a.m. to eat garbage.
House training is still a work in progress.
Pancho ran away
Sometimes when I’m feeling really sneaky, I’ll snatch a piece of (sugarless) gum from around the house. My mom shouldn’t leave anything like around, but sometimes she forgets (sugarless gum is toxic to dogs — but I don’t care!). On two separate occasions, I ate some of that yummy gum, and mommy had to call the vet and do what they told her to do: make me drink a little hydrogen peroxide so I could throw up. It was so much fun to walk around the yard, sniffing plants and deer poop, right after I drank that stuff — and it was especially fun to puke all over the living rug (four times!) once she brought me back into the house!
I pooped in the conference room. Again.
The Moose is a 2 year old terrier mix rescue. He comes to work at our production company but he doesn’t always behave. His favorite is finding a quiet spot and pooping in it.
Athena doesn’t enjoy her pedicures as much as the next lady.
“I stomped on my dad’s face and gave him a bloody nose.” More specifically, my nail went up his nose and practically cut his brain. I am not sorry.
Harley loves Abby. He licks her head and ears, chases her and yes- cuddles too. The cat started it, but Abby sure doesn’t stop it. I don’t think she is ashamed!
This is glory. He has continually stared at me for his 8 year life. It’s as if he will forget what I look like if he looks away. He thinks it’s his job to stay within 2 feet of me at all times and pout-stares when I do anything else. Yet, he’s mommy’s boy!
I break open the fridge when no one is home and eat my mother’s pound of ground turkey (3 human dinners worth!)
This is Ramona Quimby, a 3 year old Hunt Terrier. No food is safe from her no matter what kind of container it’s in!