In Spain, dogs are not allowed on most beaches. A few days ago, me and my family spent a few days in the coast, and the first day we went for a dip, had to leave our dog Morris, the six year old adopted wiener-mix, in the apartment.
When we came back, we found out that Morris had done this.
After that, we were forced to find a beach that allowed dogs, and take with us our furry fellow, absolutely everywhere!
The sign says “I have a HUGE bed that Mommy bought after my weight broke the couch. I prefer the new couch. NOT ASHAMED.-Tera
Tera is our rescued 5 year old bull mastiff. Her favourite place is the couch. After she jumped onto our old couch so many times, the frame broke…it was beyond repair. We got a new couch and bought her a HUGE and COMFY bed complete with big fluffy blanket that she loves. Yet, no matter how many times we tell her no, the new couch is her favourite! She is not ashamed at all.
I set my bowl down on the coffee table to go relieve myself. I returned to see Archie sitting innocently where I left him, but part of the bowl had been licked clean, and there was a carrot on the table. Suspicions arose.