Maggie, our puppy mill rescue, absolutely hates it when anyone makes any gesture that resembles dancing. This includes arm waving, hands clapping happily, or feet or legs moving in a dance like motion. She responds by yelling at us with her most annoyed bark possible. We live in a modern version of the movie Footloose with Maggie as the pastor.
My name is Tundra and whenever my mum yells at me for being naughty, I have a tantrum and throw pegs around. I am a very naughty goose.
Who needs a welcome mat when you have a “Welcome Jack”?
And yes, the “innocent bystander”, Buddy, IS sticking his tongue out at Jack!
Rocky likes to chase our chickens when he is outside, but he LOVES to eat their poop…..eewwwww
My name is Abbey Road and my family said I had to go on a diet… Well I showed them when I helped eat the birthday cake! I mean, really, everybody else got a piece…
We recently moved from an apartment that only had one floor into a house. Max had never really been around stairs before since we got him as a puppy when we first moved into the apartment. He chased his furry sister Chloe to the top of the stairs and then freaked out when he turned around and realized how high up he was! It took 5 minutes of standing at the bottom of the stairs with a treat before he finally got the courage to come down, whining the whole way.
I ate Daddy’s rosary so now I have to say a “Hail Mary” every time we find a bead.
My mum had this teddy bear for 29 years. I chewed off both its eyes and pulled out its stuffing in one afternoon.
A friend gave me a package of 3 steaks to take home. While driving home, Bosco helped himself quietly to a late night snack while Mommy was driving. He’ll never ride with groceries again.
I thought the last 3 pieces were for me…sorry (…but it was good)