I ate the couch when my family left the house.
Samwise got into the cat box and had himself a birthday dinner of clumping litter. A trip to the emergency vet and several hundred dollars later, he’s feeling the repercussions of his choice of meal.
This morning I woke up my mom by jumping onto the bed and punching her in the face.
While my family was shopping (and ironically considering one of those fancy “treat puzzles” for me) …. I was making up my own games and having yummy treats anyways!
Everyone meet our very cheeky 5 month old bull-dane, Bruce. He looks to have had a lot of fun with Barnaby bear…
My name is Freya. I ate 6 rolls of toilet paper while Mommy & Jerry were out.
Boomer ate an onion (poisonous to dogs) and when we induced vomiting, we found his secret stash!
I ate the dressing that packed my owner’s abscess. It was delicious and I would do it again.
“This is my THIRD murder this week. I’m not sorry.”
I pooped in the basement while mom was doing laundry. Then I ran upstairs to finish her cereal while she cleaned up after me.
-Sorry (Not sorry.) Keetza