I eat poop. Then, I throw it up allllll over the floor. Then, sometimes, I eat it AGAIN!
I break into the pizza box while my people are distracted by “Downton Abbey.”
I love you but I hate baths, so I’ll just wait here until you’re done. Because I can’t be alone. Ever.
I roll in poop when I go hiking.
We have reptiles. Reptiles like to eat bugs such as crickets and locusts, so we have boxes of them in the house. Brock decided to put the reptiles on a diet and literally release the locusts from their tubs into our house. We also think that he ate a few himself. *face palm*
While staying with Grandma and Grandpa for the afternoon, I felt a bit peckish and chewed a pumpkin off the vine. It tasted so good and I would do it again! I have no shame.
After a week of worrying, Molly’s doctor called to say she is cancer free!
Editor’s note: This makes me so happy. Congrats Molly, I bet your family is very relieved that you’ll have many more dog shaming opportunities in your future. From my little fur family to yours, woofs, barks, and licks!
Left the apartment for 20 minutes to go to the gym, and came back to this.
“I steal earplugs. And eat them. And the doggie daycare sends home a note on my report card saying how many I pooped.” This wise guy so deserved this shaming. He usually shows no shame, tossing the earplug around like a cat with a mouse, rolling on it, and taunting us by trying to get us to chase him to get the earplug back.