“I jumped up on this picnic table because I am bad, and rules don’t apply to me. I just realized I don’t know how to jump down. This is my ‘please help me’ face. Don’t be mad.” –Love, Ella

“The door was slowing down my laps.” Lexi didn’t like being locked outside so she knocked in the dog door. She isn’t sorry.

We turned away for ten seconds and that was long enough for Watson, the seven month old Corgi, to get into the fridge and help himself to some food. The saddest thing was he got himself stuck and needed help to get out.

Jess loves eating cat littler. And anything else she can finds consumable!

This was a team effort. The kitty climbs the tree and swats off the “meatball” of the dogs choosing. Kitty plays with the neat shiny thing for a little while and then big bad doggie moves in for the kill.

Klemens was approximately two months old when we found him on the street homeless over two years ago. He recovered very quickly from his brief rough start in the world. Now, he enjoys the luxuries of life, for example, spending the evening wrapped like a burrito.

Zelda the chocolate lab ate an entire Chanukah-themed gingerbread house kit that was meant to be a gift for the girls I babysit for. She also smeared blue icing all over my bed.

Sadie, our Newfoundland, has quite the sweet tooth. We’ve learned not to keep anything on the counter (she’s eaten countless loaves of bread, peanut butter, cake, and on and on) but I guess we missed this. I saw her carrying it to her bed. When she spotted me she dropped it and jumped out of her bed. I tried to make her pose with the cake but she wouldn’t go near it! It’s like she’s saying, “What? That’s not mine!”

Daisy thinks the best thing in the world is to dash upstairs to the bathroom and get into the litter tray before any of us can catch her. By the time we get there, she is always licking her chops.