In case anyone can’t read the sign: “I like to lower my head, stare off into a corner, and growl at NOTHING. I only do this when Mommy is alone at it is night time. Freaking her out is hilarious! -Phineas”
My little fuzz-baby, the hairiest Ghost Buster, making Mommy uncomfortable while Daddy is away.
We woke up this morning with a gaping hole in the fence and our 9 year old Golden Retriever, Roscoe, asleep on the couch – wet and stinking like seawater. Clearly someone busted out to go for a middle-of-the-night swim!
I just discovered the candy canes. They’re delish……… even the wrappers!
Hey, if you didn’t want me to eat them, you shouldn’t have hung them on the bottom of the tree.
(Now I’m just pretending to look ashamed.)
Gluing Back Together The Pieces of A Broken Heart: One quiet winter night our Bassets (Tommy & Nelson) decided to chase each other around the living room… a Mexican handmade glass mosaic heart, was the price to pay.
I chased after Mom, caused a ten car back-up on a busy road, rode in an ambulance to the fire department, then rode in a squad car to the police department, and almost made it to animal control before Mom picked me up from jail all on one Saturday night.