My name is Mooch. I don’t normally eat things that are not mine. Yesterday I ate a friend’s hearing aid. Now he has to go to work without it and my parents have to pay to replace it. That was one expensive chew toy.
Poor Circus has to wear a cone-of-shame for a couple of days…they happened to give us one that is TARDIS blue…Sad little doggy with such a nerdy moms
“I find and eat anything edible from my mom’s backpack when she leaves the house Chicharrón” he is especially fond of gum and cookies but dum dums, fruit, ramen packages, and Chapstick are also on the menu…really if the bag is even a little unzipped he will find a way to destroy/ eat its contents!
We adopted Sally the Beagle from the SPCA. We have tried everything to get her potty train, she even has a personal trainer coming to the hourse to work with her. All has been in vain….new carpets here we come!
Eats cat poop from the automated litter box.
I wake Daddy up with a cold nose to the Buttcrack… at the crack of dawn…
Time to Flip the Mattress!!
I’m sorry I ate your lesson plan (bread), you may need to have your students calculate the volume minus what I ate. Sorry!
This is Bella. She goes potty every morning! But, when its cold out side, she’d prefer to poop inside in the bathtub!
Coco stole my husband’s package of fresh cherry turnovers off the kitchen counter. We thought they were well out of her reach, but apparently we need to re-think the location of goodies.