He ate his sisters donut while she went to the bathroom.
I didn’t poop everything I needed to outside, so I finished in my kennel. Then ate it, threw up, then ate that.
Chico was adamant about getting his paws on the Frisbee from under the couch…he couldn’t wait for his mommy to finish making dinner, so he decided to try and move the couch himself.
I escaped and was wandering around for a week. My owner was up day and night looking for me! I am not ashamed
<3 Pretty Boy
Good thing I put flyers EVERYWHERE. He is now micro-chipped and has a permanent tag….
I ate the notes from mom’s conference call. I am NOT ashamed.
“I chew shoes…”
‘Ooo – expensive new shoes..? Do allow me to modify them for you. Open-toes are SO this season,’ the shoe chewing minx.
I started throwing up non stop and mom took me to the vet. Long story short…….emergency surgery and the vet discovered my secret. Yes, I ate 7 athletic socks, an electric cord and a candy wrapper. Apparently this wasn’t a great Christmas gift for my humans but I’m feeling way better not considering this cone, of course.
She gave up being contrite on her 13th birthday…
My mom won’t let me kiss her because I love to eat bunny poop!
Frank, 15 months old, has made his Mom a general contractor with all the things he has destroyed in the house. This was his latest achievement.