I decided that cat poop was the Breakfast of Champions. Now my face licking privileges have been revoked!!!
Mom just vacuumed up all my hair all over the house so I decided to bring inside and chew up this stick into tiny pieces. Not even a little bit sorry, I hate the vacuum.
“I pooped on the mat… again!”
Fluffy the pom snuck out into the hallway before we woke up and pooped on the mat next to the door.
I have expensive taste… I ate Gucci sunglasses for breakfast
Indy the rescue Greyhound had been incredibly well behaved, until this weekend.
We have no dog here, but this kitten is shameful enough to match the best of dogs! Sign says: ‘I rescued the plant from the window! -You’re Welcome Mommy!’
Chico and Ginger. They can’t even look at me while I take the picture. Just shameful! Needless to say we had to throw out the sofa and have now switch to leather furniture.
Dolce’s shame pic.
Oatmeal? What do you mean? Clearly I wasn’t involved in making this mess!
We came home to find strawberry instant oatmeal spread all over Oliver, the dog bed, and the floor. He has no shame and tried to pretend he didn’t know anything about where the mess came from. It must have been the Oatmeal Fairy!
Despite having more than enough chew toys to choose from, Bear will quickly destroy whatever catches his eye.