Though she’s only 15 pounds Elsa takes it upon herself to try and protect the neighbourhood from a momma deer and her babies. Momma deer, however, does not appreciate her going after her babies very much…
My name is Bandit and I love my family so much because they rescued me. I can’t stand to be more than a few inches from them at all times. I love my mom so much. I am always under her feet. Sometimes I want to be so close to her I go between her legs when she’s walking with her laptop. Today she is sad because it fell to its death. I will comfort her by staying under her feet. (R.I.P. Laptop)
I rolled in a rotting deer carcass twice in the last week…the smell didn’t come all the way out after my last bath.
It rained today and has amplified the odor considerably (yay!)
I also just drank a gallon of water and threw up right over there ===>
(I’m chewing on the sign in this picture)
“I broke in under the deck…and now am stuck in jail” – don’t worry, we let him out. Joe Friday (our senior rescue lab mix) likes to break the wooden boards to get under our deck – his preferred location to cool off in the SC summer. We have patched it (see “jail bars”) and still he finds a way to get in, but can’t seem to find the way out on his own. So he waits for us to “free” him.
“I like to make everyone think that I’m dying by howling and squealing at 7am but really I just want someone to wake up and play with me!”
Ps. It works!
“I pulled the bread off the table and proceeded to smoosh it into tiny pieces instead of just eating it.”
Drake is a 3-year-old Pomeranian rescue and is one of the sweetest pups ever. He does have an attitude when we leave the house, though. One day while my husband and I went to a neighbor’s house, Drake pulled a brand new loaf of bread off the kitchen table and basically just stomped all over it and chewed on the plastic the bread was in.
While my mom was at class, I decided to counter surf and found her fortune cookies from last night. She thought it was a very fitting fortune.
They stole my 6 and 3 year old’s advent calendar from the kitchen and destroyed it.
Lola, my Morkie, has a thing for chewing up lots of things. Yesterday morning she decided that her dad’s anti-snoring mouthpiece was good enough to chew on. Here is the description:
“I thought dad’s anti-snoring mouthpiece made him sound worse so I decided to fix it for him. :-(“
I feasted on 2 socks and some towel pieces while my owners were on vacation. Then I got a piece of towel stuck in my guts and had to visit the vet ER with my owner’s kids… $$$