This morning our Golden Retriever decided to have a second breakfast of cat poop.
She got up on the kitchen counter and brought down the GPS…the only thing she doesn’t ever eat is the food on the counter….
“I think ALL the pillows on Mom’s bed are here for ME! Thanks, Love, Mambo”
Mambo is a 4 year old English Bulldog, who looks small enough, but can take up A LOT of bed space. He is most comfortable laying on top of all the pillows on my bed.
I am a very bad baby-spoon-eating dog. I stole my baby brother’s spoon while my mama was on the phone, and I made sure I got every last trace of applesauce off that sucker.
Bocephus, the rottweiler, thinks he is a lap dog and will prove you otherwise when you tell him he is not. No such thing as a personal bubble to Bo.
“I have no sense of personal space. I even knocked my grandpa over in the recliner… I have absolutely no shame. At all.”
I’m afraid of cats.
Please don’t judge me.
Editor’s note: Hello Brazil!!
Lizzie: I ate my dad’s tympani mallets. Not sorry…
Rocco: I chewed two collars off my sister… in one week. Not sorry.
The face of an angel. The mouth of a paper eater.
I ate my Daddies roses.
“Momma had to take away all of my stuffies because I have eaten too many body parts lately”