Annie found a green ball point pen. This doesn’t even capture the paw prints all over the house. Her sister Piper was hiding under the bed before we found it because she knew there was trouble ahead.
I somehow manage to squish myself under furniture and then bark until my parents come rescue me. It’s fun!!
I had explosive diarrhea on Mom’s favorite vintage coffee table. Not next to it, not beneath it, but on top of it. If Mom weren’t so busy being horrified she might be a little impressed.
– Disgustingly yours, Sherlock.
My Mommies took me to “Good Manners for Shy Dogs” class and I bit my teacher. Twice.
I know my dog isn’t alone in this, but I still just don’t understand why they do this. He eats his own vomit if we don’t clean it up fast enough!
Phoebe loves her some shoe laces!
I looked my human sister in the eye, lifted my leg and peed on her bed.
I can’t help myself! Must pee on everything, including bunny bun bun!
Tippy, the Papillon/Poodle mix, confessing to barking: “I bark, and bark, and bark some more, and bark, and bark, and bark, and stop for a second or two, and then bark some more, and just keep barking, until Mommy yells at me!
Little 9 lb Gemma likes to wake me up every morning to go bye bye at 6 AM. Her routine consists of jumping on me, wagging her tail, giving me head butts and then sneezing in my eye while I pet her. Every. Single. Morning.