I chew my feet, so my mom had to put socks on me.
Posts Categorized: Sock It To Me
Zelda was supposed to go in at 8AM to get spayed, however she found a sock under the couch and swallowed it. Took her in still and the doc said he couldn’t do the surgery. Zelda one point, mommy no points.
I Regret Noth…. Okay, Maybe I Regret the Second Sock
I feasted on 2 socks and some towel pieces while my owners were on vacation. Then I got a piece of towel stuck in my guts and had to visit the vet ER with my owner’s kids… $$$
I play tug-of-war with the little human’s socks while she is wearing them.
If it Begins with S, she Steals it.
Someday we are going to find all the spoons and socks she’s taken. Now we have to rely of the generosity of our friends. Freaky Beak won’t share her hidey holes.
Least Sorry-Looking dog Ever
While I was throwing a pool party, for my birthday, Sweet Pea decided to dig through my friend Holly’s bag. She found a treat and claimed it for her own.
“I stole Holly’s sock while my mother was having a pool party…”
Socks Are Friends, Not Food
I started throwing up non stop and mom took me to the vet. Long story short…….emergency surgery and the vet discovered my secret. Yes, I ate 7 athletic socks, an electric cord and a candy wrapper. Apparently this wasn’t a great Christmas gift for my humans but I’m feeling way better not considering this cone, of course.
Is There Such a Thing as Sock-Eaters Anonymous?
Sadie loves socks and even though she is a mature dog and should know better, she cannot resist devouring any sock she finds. She especially like’s our 12 year old son, JP’s expensive Nike socks.
Every day I come home from work, Juno our 8 month old lab waits for me to take of my sock then she spends the next hour smelling, licking and chewing on my stinky socks. If she is really excited she roll around on them. But to date she has yet to chew a hole in one.
Tilly and the Sock
Tilly the 11 month old Mini Aussie found dad’s sock on the floor and chewed it up while mom and dad unsuspectingly slept in their bed. When dad found the sock, I immediately cowered on the bed and couldn’t make eye contact because I was ashamed. (Let’s be honest… dad needs new socks and shouldn’t leave them on the floor.)