My two rescue chihuahuas waiting for me while I took my shower. Stepped out, grabbed my towel and SURPRISE
Ant hills do not make good pee targets.
Stitch the French Farter
“At least this time it wasn’t the couch. -Abby P.s. still not sorry about the couch”
About 3 months ago Abby destroyed half of our couch. Last night it was the pillow. Tonight, it was finally, and thankfully, her toy…
Lucy is just like her mommy when it comes to shoes, they can’t help themselves. The difference is that the human collects and wears them, while the dog hunts and devours them.
My friend’s dogs get time out for misbehaving by sitting them in the corner. they got caught in the trash.
Marco chewed the strap off our houseguests bra while she was sleeping.
My mum spends a fortune on buying me new toys. In just three minutes I rip out the squeaker and eat half the toy (tomorrow I will do little bits of pink rubber in my poo).
I ate Mom’s cell phone. Needs ketchup.
P.S. I pooped outside the cats litter box.
My name is Dottie and I’m a chewaholic. Mom gets me chew toys, but I can’t seem to keep my chompers off of household items. Reading glasses are a particular favorite, but I’ve also gnawed on 3 food bowls, 2 leashes, countless paper plates, table legs, wood decks, and of course, the cell phone…. I need help.