I won’t eat my dog food because I know there’s leftover turkey in the ‘fridge.
I peed on my brothers head while he was smelling something on the ground…and as if that weren’t bad enough….he had to get a bath!!! Hee hee
2 days before my 60th birthday party, my lovely Daisy decided on a hearty meal of my party shoes.
“I’m sorry, did you want to sit here?”
Sometimes Simon gets a little chilly, but the inside of the couch cushion is toasty!
Dad thought I was ready to be left alone, Mom did not. Mom was right! (But that shoe sure tasted great!)
Everyone always told us that Basenjis were escape artists… and its true!
I stole another puppy’s ball at the park that was smaller than mine and decided it tasted good, so I swallowed it…
I pass silent but deadly gas while napping under my owner’s desk when she’s working.
I ate sequins from the toddler’s art project. Now, my poop is bedazzled.
Moose loves to get involved in our crafts, mostly by taste-testing the supplies.
Is it really “shaming” if she clearly feels no remorse?