Our American Bulldog, Grimm, has some interesting ways of relaxing.
This is Peggy. The one dog poop appreciation pup!
“I got into the garbage while mom was at work. -Gerome”
I know Gerome isn’t ‘technically’ a dog, but after he got into the garbage twice and chewed through two iPod chargers all in one week I think it’s clear he’s having a feline/canine identity crises.
My name is Sophie, and I enjoy playing in mud after I take my bath.
My Corgi Sophie, decieded she liked being dirty instead of being clean!
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.