Finley ate the cleaner’s flip flop and she had to go home barefoot in the rain.
Celebrating my birthday on my own with my kids at their Uncle’s and my hubby away. I bought myself a very fancy, very expensive, cupcake for one. Butch got to it first. He didn’t leave a single crumb. Grrrr.
Even though we have a million toys, we like to get creative!
-Sailor & Kona
Sign reads: “Buried a rawhide chew in a planter. Not even remotely sorry.” Well, it appears that Terri is on a roll!
On Wednesday, she rolled in something unspeakably foul while on a walk with me and a friend. I spent ages shampooing her clean. On Wednesday night, she horked up all over the sofa. And on Thursday, she dug up a planter to bury a rawhide bone, and then tracked dirt all over the house and onto the bed (less than half an hour after I had washed the floors and changed the sheets). For a dog, this is surely the Trifecta of naughtiness! It is a good thing that Terri is actually a very sweet girl and we love her so much!
Lucy just can’t learn her lesson. She can go out the dog door to poop but she just can’t help herself and poops on the floor.
LuAnne the Basset decided she needed to use this blanket more than I did, and let me know this by barking in my face until I relinquished it. She is a burrower and apparently needed to burrow immediately. We still love her though.
“My artwork is too derivative of Vhils!” Poor Peg. She may look up the heavens for inspiration, but her less-than-accomplished attempts to emulate renowned street-artist Vhils just don’t go far. She took this description of deconstructionism and decided to apply it to art… and walls. “
I attempted to serve myself some pie.
Dasha’s New Year’s Resolution:
I refuse to poop outdoors. You don’t, so why would I?
Whenever Remi wants to play and Cooper isn’t in the mood and swats her away, she goes for his manhood and bites it to get his attention.