Precious Heirlooms are Delicious | Dog Shaming My name is Fudge. I ate the pretty decorative Easter eggs my mom made with her kids when they were little.
Oh no! That is so sentimental that this one really stinks! Fudge’s pleading eyes are so cute though. “Pleease forgive me” haha.
Oh! Our dog Blackstone did the same thing when I was a kid – he was mad that we went off to church without him and he nommed all the blown eggs off the Easter tree. He pooped eggshells for days! (it didn’t hurt him, he lived to a healthy old age).