My English Bulldog, Pepper Potts, comes to work every day. This was the first time I ever caught her in the cat-crunchies at work. (Frequent offender at home) Her Kong bed is not even 2 hours old in this pic.
The first of many shames, I’m sure. Still, can’t be mad at that face too long!
If my owner doesn’t walk me as soon as they get home I poop and pee on the rug.
I left to go to school; he never likes being alone. So he took out his vengeance on my pajamas.
I pooped in the front seat of my owners Ute, then sat in it. It took ages to clean me up then he had to clean the Ute. The smell lasted for days.
Editor’s note: a ute is is a term used originally in Australia and New Zealand to describe passenger vehicles with a cargo tray in the rear.
I unzipped a backpack and ate half of a “gargantuan” sub sandwich.
Bad dogs come in pairs. Worse when a male person of the house found the disaster zone and cleaned the shredded feminine product up off the bathroom floor.
“I’ve decided the best way to wake up mom is to SIT on her head!”
Sign reads: I like to chew up used tissues. My human has a cold. YUM!
Henry the long-haired Dachshund recently passed at the old age of 16. He was a good dog but sometimes couldn’t control himself; apparently he loves the taste of snot.
My owner doesn’t appreciate that by eating the butter I was really just looking out for his health.
“While my dog sitter was in the bathroom, I could, and I DID. Love, PorkChop”
He waited until my partner went to the bathroom, then he did a little light chewing.. er, reading. In a year of dog sitting, this is the first casualty. Very apt, PC. Very apt. I Could Chew on This is available everywhere, click here to buy Francesco Marciuliano’s book!
