Bauer was curious around the baby stroller at the park since we are not around babies, or little kids much. He sniffed the owners, sniffed the baby’s hand, and then lifted a leg on the front. Pranced away with his head high almost with a smile on his face.
I forgot to flush one day and when I went back into my bedroom there was a a soggy wad of paper in the middle of my room and drips of water leading to the bathroom. Benji had gone into the potty and fished out the used paper, but apparently decided not to eat all of it!
“I ate 10% of my body weight in barbecue and sandwich meat and the vet made me vomit it up. (My mom and the vet are vegetarians.)”
Zoe found and ate 2.5 lbs (she only weighs 23 lbs) of sandwich meat, barbecue chicken, beef, and bones when her mom wasn’t looking. It’s a good thing her mom works at a vet’s office! Her mom and the vet are vegetarians so they really loved cleaning up the vomit – all four rounds of it.
My dog, Josie, skillfully reached up onto the counter and pulled down the lovely pumpkin spice bundt cake I had spent two hours the night before preparing for some friends of mine, and ate the entire thing – all while I was in the shower. She also refused to clean up the crumbs afterwards. Unbelievable.
Dad got a brand new wallet. I ate it 6 hours later… I also eat cat poop.
My name is Boozie and I am afraid of my new food bowls.
She did not touch food or water for two days after I bought her new elevated bowls because I read they were good for Boxers digestion and joints. She wanted her old bowls that used to belong to our goats.
My girlfriend does everything in her power, to save the corpse of Donald Trump’s rug as it leaves the behind of her loveable pug…
Sign says: I eat chicken poop in the backyard. Best chicken nuggets ever! “Shame” is not in my vocabulary. Maser gets along adorably well with his chicken sisters and doesn’t try to chase them anymore, but he refuses to stop eating the tasty ‘nuggets’ they leave around the backyard.
I didn’t want dad to get ahead of me in Game of Thrones, so I ripped up his book.
…winter is coming…
“I gave myself a therapeutic mud bath at the dog park. It felt GREAT!”
Our Havanese, Riley, ran straight for the one spot of mud at the park. He was quite proud if himself!