I have MANY redeeming qualities, however, my people seem to forget those when I might happen to have an occasional accident in the house. So difficult to please.
“I acted as a living pacifier for my adopted brother, who missed his mommy. I’ve never even had puppies (or kittens) of my own. I look a bit ashamed. And soggy. Love, Bea xxx”
I got TRASHED on my 9th birthday! -Jackson
After all these years our big brown boy just can’t seem to stay out of trouble…
Cricket loves to pull the stuffing out of anything and everything…. toys, pillows, bedspreads, and her new bed.
This is Major. He’s one and a half years old. When his bones and toys get pushed under the couches and his humans aren’t home to retrieve them, he chews his only options. Hats!
Mr.Red has no shame. He’ll take any loving he can get.
Sasha bit his groomer! He’s forbidden from going there again!
I ate five jalapeño cheese slices.
Our chocolate lab, Darla, stole the rest of the spicy cheese from the table while we were out of the room (for about two minutes).
Cassius has been sitting on Puka since he was a puppy. He thinks it is normal, she is too tired to care.
“I threw up Sorry….Brutus”
Brutus learned a valuable lesson: If it looks like dog food but doesn’t smell, feel, taste like dog food, it’s not dog food.