My name is sugar and I ate 4 dozen christmas cookies.
Miller is my daughter’s dog, who we watch a couple of times a year for her while she studies for law school exams. He has never pooped in her house, but somehow has gotten comfortable pooping on our basement carpet!
I tried to tell you “I love you”…. In pee.
**This was a legitimate finding when we walked into the bedroom. Maybe she really was trying to say something to us.**
Grandma laughs when I eat the snow off the patio chairs…. not sure why she didn’t think this was funny??–Dirty Frank
Kirby’s little chewing incident on the cord of our pre-lit Christmas tree had the potential to be bad if it wasn’t for Gregg’s electrician skills.
We came home to the ultimate dog shaming revenge, our lab chewed up the “dog shaming” calendar we just bought for a Christmas present. It seemed to be his stance on dog shaming.
“editor’s note: You can purchase this wonderful calendar here!“
I ate an entire string of Christmas lights.
I like to open Christmas gifts that are not meant for me. ~ Phoebe
Ginger got put in doggy jail.
Cappie is the world’s sweetest dog, but during meals, he has an unwavering creeper stare. You may not see him if he’s all the way under the table, but you will definitely feel his presence. While there’s no concrete evidence to date, we’re fairly certain he’s capable of stealing souls. At the very least, we know he’s capable of stealing turkey. Usually, he gets at least a nibble of dinner, but tonight is street taco night, and Cappie’s mom says onions are a no-no for dogs 🙁