I stepped in my own poop and schmeared it on my mommy. -Pema
Our 6 month old Boston Terrier, Pema, clumsily stepped in her own freshly pooed poop. When I brought her inside to clean her up, she managed to schmear the stinkiness all over my arm!
Archie ate a yoga mat that I had gotten for my mom for christmas!
The sign said “A nice man in a truck stopped to pet me. I jumped in his truck and gobbled up packets of saltine crackers. (I am not sorry because it was awesome!)” PJ unfortunately tried to eat the evidence when I presented it though.
Weeks ago a man driving by my small farm stopped to pet PJ because he was gazing pretty close to my driveway. When the man opened his truck door, PJ ran and jumped into his truck. PJ is well over 100lbs, because he is a full size male Lamancha goat. The man had saltine crackers sitting in his truck, and PJ gobbled them up! The guy was a good sport about it luckily.
Molly decided to go into the closet and eat two baseball gloves.
“Dad, I just wanted you to play catch with me. XO”
“I was stuck in a tree, 80 feet up, for 5 days in 95 degree heat. When a lumberjack tried to rescue me, I attacked him.”
A dog from up the street chased our cat, RC Charley, up a tree. We tried everything to get him down, but he just kept climbing higher and higher each day. After being in the tree for 5 days, we knew we would have to do something, or he would die. We had a friend that used to be a lumberjack come out to climb the tree to bring him down. Since RC Charley had been in the tree for 5 days without any food or water, and was probably suffering from heat exhaustion due to it was 90 degrees all week, we assumed he would be tired and happy that someone was there to help him. That was not the case! When our friend reached the top of the tree, RC Charley full-on attacked him! Our friend had to “battle” our cat for 15 minutes to finally get him into an animal-safe drawstring bag to bring him down.
Mr. Bentley ( to paraphrase Kramer) is “…. out there and LOVIN it! ” Note the creative use of prosthetic alternative for his … Ahem….missing manly bits.
My Granddog got into the pistachios while we slept. The smaller dog can’t get up on the sofa to get on the coffee table to get into any trouble.
I tore through two layers of plastic to get to a loaf of bread – which I ate.
I am a bad girl.
I also eat out of the litter box.
I left 36 sugar cookies on the table to cool so we could decorate them. I came back with the frosting to find 10 3/4 cookies. BAD. DOG.