I like humping my daddy’s leg. I am a female. #sorrynotsorry
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I don’t like my medicine. I will eat the hotdog bit with the pill inside, then later spit the pill out when mommy isn’t looking. I will be FOREVER SICK.
When we adopted Artimus he had a sever upper respiratory and ear infection. It has been 3 months and he still sneezes and coughs, much to the vets (and our) surprise. I went home and found out that it’s not for my lack of trying, he is just spitting out the pill!
Mom says our neighbour is afraid of dogs……so I decided to help her with exposure therapy. Mom says I’m not helping. 🙁
“We went to the dog park, and while the other dogs wanted to play with me, all I wanted to do was pee on and/or snarl at everyone, so we had to leave, and now everyone at the dog park knows Mom & Dad as “those people with the a****le dog.”
“I pulled Mommy down in the snow and fractured her rib.”
I was walking down a hill in the snow and Eleanor decided to abruptly turn around and at full speed run UP the hill. This caused me to lose my footing and fall down on the retractable leash, fracturing my rib. After I fell, she thought I was playing and jumped on me. When I screamed in agony, she felt bad, I think…
Our dog trainer taught us that “leave it” was one of the most important commands you could teach a dog, that way if they ever got something in their mouth that could make them ill, the dog would know to ditch it right away. Buster has a pretty good grasp of “leave it” because (as our trainer taught us to), we reward him immediately and we reward him well for remembering the command. Tonight, however, Buster held this banana in his mouth FOREVER after being given the “leave it” command. I seriously think he needed the extra time to weigh the merits between banana and hot dog slice.
He eventually did ditch the banana.
Three vet trips in one week. Need I say more?
I ran onto the field during the softball game to say hi to my dad while he was pitching. I am not ashamed. In fact, I tried it again in the 6th inning, but Mom stopped me.
(or as Grandpa calls me, “Red Devil”)
My mom left me home while she went to work, so I ate her hairbrush.
I FIGURED OUT HOW TO OPEN THE FRIDGE – AND THEN CLOSE IT WHEN I’M DONE
IN THE LAST 2 DAYS I HAVE EATEN: 2 SALMON FILLETS, 1 GOOSE BREAST AND A SLICE OF PIZZA
I HAVE NO SHAME