Tugboat had some new found freedom and did not handle it very well!
Posts Categorized: Renovation and Redecoration
Sign reads: “Buried a rawhide chew in a planter. Not even remotely sorry.” Well, it appears that Terri is on a roll!
On Wednesday, she rolled in something unspeakably foul while on a walk with me and a friend. I spent ages shampooing her clean. On Wednesday night, she horked up all over the sofa. And on Thursday, she dug up a planter to bury a rawhide bone, and then tracked dirt all over the house and onto the bed (less than half an hour after I had washed the floors and changed the sheets). For a dog, this is surely the Trifecta of naughtiness! It is a good thing that Terri is actually a very sweet girl and we love her so much!
“My artwork is too derivative of Vhils!” Poor Peg. She may look up the heavens for inspiration, but her less-than-accomplished attempts to emulate renowned street-artist Vhils just don’t go far. She took this description of deconstructionism and decided to apply it to art… and walls. “
”I did this to my neighbours watering can. I had so much fun, I’m not even sorry!”
Our little French bulldog Teddy loves to play with anything which is plastic and most importantly, anything which doesn’t belong to him! Whilst we were having building work done, Ted took it upon himself to wander into our next door neighbours garden, steal her watering can and shake it and chew it to shreds!
My sister ate the house with me, but she is unwilling to be photographed. She actually felt guilty, where you can see by my face, I don’t. There are more spots that I ate, please don’t think I can only do small amounts of damage.
“I had string from a chew toy in teeth and used the carpet as floss”
Our new 6 moth old Great Pyrenees/German Shepherd puppy didn’t think the 100+ toys were acceptable and decided to sample the carpet while we were at work.
I eat the vegetables before they can grow
I am a Mountain Cur
I didn’t like the way my parents repotted the plant so I decided to fix it after they went to bed. I love dirt!
Oscar charged at the window in an attempt to catch a fly. He broke the window with his giant head. I had just spent half an hour cleaning concrete-like nose prints off the same window.
Smokey just looooves baby carrots, unfortunately his daddy’s earplugs look an awful lot like baby carrots, too.
“I thought they were baby carrots. Turns out they were dad’s earplugs. Oops!”