It was the cat, I swear..
Zoe the dog ate my favourite Avenger while we were at our anniversary dinner. The sign says:
“I ate Thor while my people were at dinner. Happy Anniversary, guys!”
After a rough day at work–a Friday, no less–I came home to find that my Huckleberry had torn down a solidly locked baby gate, ripped through the garbage can (containing five days of coffee grinds) and pulled baking flour out of the cabinet. When he gets mischievous, my nephews change his name from Huckleberry to “Suckleberry.”
Came home to this after we just got finished repairing it.
Sasha is featured on pg 89!!
I ate a whole firestarter log.
Editor’s note: “fire logs are made of sawdust, agricultural fibres, waxes and oils; we are not aware of any ingredients that would cause a chemically toxic reaction should your pet consume a small amount of these products.” [source]
I jumped on the table and stole moms donut. Really I was doing her a favour, she told me when she eats them they go right to her butt!
We compete over everything. My humans attention, who can eat the fastest, who can listen better. We also must mark the same spot at the same time! My human always has to watch us so we don’t get daily baths.
“Mr. George has a hunger for knowledge”…but really he just likes the taste of book binding glue. Don’t leave any books unattended or at dog level.