It’s true, the bigger the dog, the more they smell! This one is finally getting a bath.
My name is Walter, and I have a problem. I love to chew my daddy’s hats!!!
Scenario: On the way to the dog park you stick a treat in your pocket for the furry little bastard. You promptly forget about aforementioned treat. Until. The following day. You discover your pants are missing a pocket, the wet and slobbery remains rent and shredded, the treat mysteriously missing.
I ate the steak off my dad’s plate because he should be a vegetarian – Luna. She learned this trick at the family BBQ yesterday.
This is Vinny, my 8 year old Maltese. He steals any and all panties and bring them to this rug…he’s not ashamed!
I licked it clean, literally.
Now wear your cardboard helmet and grab a pickaxe, Hon !
Every time I visit grandmas house I attack this tree. The last tree I attacked here fell over during a storm!
I am really good at covering up when I am bad…
“Daddy doesn’t need stress balls. I’m stress relief enough.”
Mr. Ty the Weimaraner decided that he I no longer needed to use my stress ball I keep at my desk. He decided to relieve me of it and make sure I gave him all my attention when I need stress relief. I’d rather pet him anyway for stress relief!