My name is Ember. I’m 9 years old and haven’t damaged anything in years… well, until Mom paid a fortune for a nice wooden crate.
This was full of cookies before mom & dad left…
My husband was fired, I made him a celebration cake. Homer Griffin counter surfed at 2:00 am and devoured it.
I ate a whole pound of bacon that Dad left on the counter. I had to get it all pumped out. Mom says both of us are in the doghouse! Not sorry. It was yummy. I’d do it again.
I was upset about having to be in the basement with another dog and not with the humans, so I pooped and wiped my rear on the stairs.
My name is Pupper and I unrolled a roll of paper towels to lick and nap on it. I have my own bed and I’m allowed to sleep on the couch and my parents’ bed… but nope. Paper towels. That’s where it’s at.
I ate the gingerbread house out of the box, because you didn’t take me with you.
I ate my granny’s passport and now she’s stuck in Canada.
“I ate Chloe’s braces”
I got busy in kitchen while Mom graded papers.