My name is Tucker and I love to steal my mom and dad’s socks. Sorry I’m not sorry…. Tucker is constantly grabbing our socks! He doesn’t ruin them or anything, just takes them and runs around the apartment with 1, 2, 3 sometimes more socks!
Sadie Belle (Goldendoodle 10 months) ate my daughter’s Elf on the Shelf, Rosie Red. She has not chewed anything in a very long time, but must have had her feelings hurt because we were focusing on what to do next with the elf. We learned our lesson!
“No, NOT going swimming. Each time my wound heals, I lick it open. Mom’s mad!”
I am sorry I ran through your wet concrete. I saw a critter and I had to chase it! I am a bad dog!
I broke a half gallon bottle of vodka counter surfing.
This is Rio. She decided to partake in happy hour too…she ate up all the hors d’oeuvers as Mommy turned her back to refill the holiday cranberry martinis! Bad dog…very bad (but well-fed) dog!
Every day Bling Bling will stand along side of the couch and woof until I pick her up and put her on the couch! A true Princess! Editor’s note: You can’t call a dog Bling Bling and not expect it to be a princess
Llewie is often distracted by shiny things. Chewy things. Crunchy things. Thank goodness he didn’t know how to plug them in!
I’m a brat and tried biting my stitches off
“I peed on my parents’ bed. Now I have to wear this tie until I learn how to be a gentleman!” -Ein You know what’s awesome? Getting ready to go to bed, and your hubby climbs into bed and discovers that the dog peed on the bed. And you don’t have extra bedding. And it’s winter and your bedroom is the draftiest and coldest room in the house. At least I wasn’t the one who discovered the pee.