My husband was fired, I made him a celebration cake. Homer Griffin counter surfed at 2:00 am and devoured it.
Posts Categorized: Pilfering Pooches
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.
My name is Ellie. I heard that raw eggs are good for my coat! So I ate not 1, not 2, or 3,4,5,6,7, but 8! Shells and all! Now I have putrid farts and have to stay outside.
Wow! I like taco pizza too.
Leo is like a dog in a cat’s body. He lives for food! So, when I throw something in the trash that he thinks could be good….this happens! Bad “dog”!
I stole a brand new can of Pringles from mom’s work bag. I chewed through the can and ate half of the chips. I am NOT sorry.
Our 4 month old Golden Retriever ate an entire footlong Subway sandwich while we were out front with a customer at our store.
I let my parents dog-sit for me and I specifically said no human food! I get this picture the first night he was there. Charlie was not sorry.
His sign: guess who got to eat steak tonight. Yes it was me!
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!
I ate moms pork chop off of her plate when she wasn’t looking. Then to show her how bad I felt about it…I threw it up on the couch.