Molly decided to go into the closet and eat two baseball gloves.
“Dad, I just wanted you to play catch with me. XO”
Wanna play catch?!
I don’t need saving!!
“I was stuck in a tree, 80 feet up, for 5 days in 95 degree heat. When a lumberjack tried to rescue me, I attacked him.”
A dog from up the street chased our cat, RC Charley, up a tree. We tried everything to get him down, but he just kept climbing higher and higher each day. After being in the tree for 5 days, we knew we would have to do something, or he would die. We had a friend that used to be a lumberjack come out to climb the tree to bring him down. Since RC Charley had been in the tree for 5 days without any food or water, and was probably suffering from heat exhaustion due to it was 90 degrees all week, we assumed he would be tired and happy that someone was there to help him. That was not the case! When our friend reached the top of the tree, RC Charley full-on attacked him! Our friend had to “battle” our cat for 15 minutes to finally get him into an animal-safe drawstring bag to bring him down.
He who cannot be shamed….
Mr. Bentley ( to paraphrase Kramer) is “…. out there and LOVIN it! ” Note the creative use of prosthetic alternative for his … Ahem….missing manly bits.
Nuts!
My Granddog got into the pistachios while we slept. The smaller dog can’t get up on the sofa to get on the coffee table to get into any trouble.
How far would you go for carbs?
I tore through two layers of plastic to get to a loaf of bread – which I ate.
I am a bad girl.
I also eat out of the litter box.
Sugar, Oh Naughty Naughty!
I left 36 sugar cookies on the table to cool so we could decorate them. I came back with the frosting to find 10 3/4 cookies. BAD. DOG.
Jealousy is as jealousy does
Hank likes to get into his little sister’s room and pee in her bed. He has done it 3 times in the past 2 months.
Too old to care
12 years old, still eating garbage
Foiled again!
The tin foil is supposed to deter our three dogs from sleeping on the “good” furniture and it does work for the Dobie. Dude, on the other hand, is not scared by a little piece of tin foil and makes himself quite at home on the back of the cushions. He’s never sorry for squishing the cushions.
Shasta Has-ta go
Shasta is my darling 8 month old foster puppy…who got a little to intense playing with my bunny plushie.
Ironically she is very loving towards my real bunnies.
