This is Uben. He stole some raw yeast dough and had explosive farts and projectile diarrhea for days. He was pretty ashamed at his jet propelled rear end.
I am Gunter, a big German Shepard baby. As soon as I see my mommy get my leash, I get so excited I have been known to knock over tables, start chewing her shoes (yum) and anything else that I think will help. I always tip over the shoe basket at the door in case she needs to change her shoes…
Hero has many toys. But ducky…ducky is his true toy, friend, companion. They’ve had their ups and downs, but today, Hero decided to end their friendship.
After frantically searching for my bank card all day, I found it in the back yard … in Honey’s mouth!
Moxie, our six month old chocolate lab, has learned how to break into our house while we are at work. It’s obvious that she prefers my husband’s left flip flops to the right. I’m still looking for my left tennis shoe.
I ate something I was not supposed to eat, got sick, and poo’d on the book about poo.
This week marks the official start of the holiday season and with it comes the stress of buying the perfect gift for loved ones. Not to worry, We’ve come up with the most perfect gift any person in the whole entire world would love: The Gift of Dog Shaming!
Every Tuesday from now until Christmas, we’ll be posting a new caption-less Dog Shaming picture. It’s up to YOU to come up with the perfect shame sign! Get your creative juices flowing and come up with the funniest caption you can think of and by Friday we’ll announce the winner! You can tweet us, facebook us, or leave your comment below!
WINNERS WILL RECEIVE: 2 signed copies of Dog Shaming, 2 totes bags, and 4 Dog Shaming pins and markers. This way you get to keep a copy for yourself, but also you’ll also be able to cross your dog-loving friend or family member off your list!! Of course, if you can’t wait to get a free copy, you can always order your copy here!
Let’s kick this off with the following submission. Caption Contest Photo #1
My name is Lucky. Sometimes I poop the bed.
If we leave the house for any length of time, our dog Napoleon pees on whatever he can find. Today it was the recycling bin.
This stress ball was supposed to relieve my stress, not cause it. Woke up to lots of very small pieces all over the floor. But how can anyone be aggravated at that cute snaggletooth face?