While my master was away from the house I decided to eat all four large raw chicken filets thawing in the kitchen sink. My master was not happy when he arrived back home.
Jolene was upset when her favourite couch was replaced by a new one on which she was not allowed to sit. So she threw up on it.
My name is sugar and I ate 4 dozen christmas cookies.
Miller is my daughter’s dog, who we watch a couple of times a year for her while she studies for law school exams. He has never pooped in her house, but somehow has gotten comfortable pooping on our basement carpet!
I tried to tell you “I love you”…. In pee.
**This was a legitimate finding when we walked into the bedroom. Maybe she really was trying to say something to us.**
Grandma laughs when I eat the snow off the patio chairs…. not sure why she didn’t think this was funny??–Dirty Frank
Kirby’s little chewing incident on the cord of our pre-lit Christmas tree had the potential to be bad if it wasn’t for Gregg’s electrician skills.
We came home to the ultimate dog shaming revenge, our lab chewed up the “dog shaming” calendar we just bought for a Christmas present. It seemed to be his stance on dog shaming.
“editor’s note: You can purchase this wonderful calendar here!“
I ate an entire string of Christmas lights.
I like to open Christmas gifts that are not meant for me. ~ Phoebe