I crapped on my Mum’s pillow (and it wasn’t easy!)
Posts Categorized: Couch Potatoes
“I tore up Mom’s favorite rooster pillow. Tastes like chicken.”
Five-month-old Oakley, a Golden Pyrenees pup, could blame her dad for leaving her alone downstairs for just a few minutes, or she could blame Checkers, the old Golden Retriever in the room, but she takes full credit for destroying the chanticleer.
Buddy always seems to get attacked by fluffy things in the house. It is inexplicable!
Artie pulls the stuffing out of the couch when he doesn’t get to go in the car with Mom.
Cooper, our hammer tic/mountain cur mix sneaks behind the couch to eat our stuff.
I figured out the zipper…
(Jack is smart. He only destroys things or makes messes when we’re home and he wants attention, and now he’s figured out zippers that lead to fluff.)
Roman, Great Dane-Hound, attacked yet another pillow. This one…mom’s favourite.
“Why sleep in a bed when I have this chair…” Bella’s grandpa gave her a very nice bed, but she refuses to sleep in it.
“I rang in the new year by peeing on my friend’s couch.”
My friend and her husband invited Newton and I over this year for New Year’s Eve. Everything was going fine until out of nowhere, Newton jumped on the couch, looked at me, and peed. Newton’s New Year resolution? Show a little more class when visiting other people’s homes.
Jolene was upset when her favourite couch was replaced by a new one on which she was not allowed to sit. So she threw up on it.