I will not roll around in mud anymore.
“I’m Archie. I rolled in dead animal guts for the 4th time this week! I love the way I smell, but make my mommy gag. She also can’t find the animal. TBC…” Check out the smear of stench on my neck.
“This Is My Favourite Place To Throw Up.”
After moving my dog off the only carpet downstairs countless times when he had a sour stomach, he would always seem to sneak over when he felt the urge to throw up. Thank goodness for baking soda.
I’ve eaten books, pencils, paintbrushes, and the party paté. But the last straw for Mom was when I ate my brother’s retainer. He took it off for dinner and put it next to his plate, and I just couldn’t resist. Mom says if I eat the replacement, I have to get braces myself.
I bark at little old ladies…
We live in the mountains with lots of wildlife! …So Monongahela the beagle chooses to ignore the deer and bark at the tourists in their suspicious hot air balloons.
My Mom & Dad took me on a vacation to the beach. I ate sand! After an expensive trip to a veterinarian I am as good as new! I had to spend the rest of the trip lounging by the pool! FYI ( Sand gives you a bad belly ache!)
Wherever you want to sit, Ellie will sit for you. Finding a place to lounge in our house is nothing short of a fierce competition.
Ryder was not happy that dad was saving up for something other than him.
While I was getting comfy for my nap, I dug a hole in the mattress protector. Then I created fluff. Then I shredded the fluff. Then momma made a sign. Then I shredded that too. Not sorry. Defiant as anything.