Bailey got a new toy, was kind enough to share it with a lady friend, she ripped it to shreds and spread the stuffing all over the house. By the time we saw, she had gone home and Bailey was left to take the blame.
Thanks to me, mom & dad can’t have anything nice. This is the 2nd FitBit that I have destroyed. And they don’t even taste that good.
He was just sitting on the couch with these baleful eyes, the controller right in front of him and I just imagined that his look of lament was due to his lack of opposable thumbs.
I steal “babies” from the nice, friendly neighbour dog EVERYDAY. And I am NOT sorry.
(and YES she DOES have her own “babies” but just CAN’T help herself!!)
“I like to lick mom’s deodorant off from her underarms”
Apparently Kavi likes the taste of Lady Speedstick and doesn’t think her mom needs to smell nice.
Thank you for the new toy you left for me under your bed.
“When I am home alone… I chew on our blinds… I know better! Love, Remi the Doberman Pinscher”
“Whilst counter surfing this afternoon, I happened upon daddy’s malt loaf and thought that it would make a lovely snack before dinner. I’m now making awful smells…”
Jack admits his fault to himself and to his fellows…with a little prompting.
I bark at nothing for no apparent reason at 2:30 in the morning. Abby likes to voice her opinion to the world right outside my bedroom window in the middle of the night.