“This is my THIRD murder this week. I’m not sorry.”
I pooped in the basement while mom was doing laundry. Then I ran upstairs to finish her cereal while she cleaned up after me.
-Sorry (Not sorry.) Keetza
“I give dirty, judgmental looks (but really I’m a big almost 90lb baby!)
…because he knew he would be put there anyway, as he has been the last two days (to no apparent effect…).
Daisy Mae loves her brother the cat, especially his poo.
“I jumped over the baby gate so I could snack from the cat box.”
I peed on our rug, because I thought it was Purple Shaggy Grass… I’m Sorry!
Roman is a rescue dog, that had never had an accident in the house, until now. He just had a moment of confusion… But at least he’s sorry. 🙂
Andi decided she would surprise mummy with breakfast in bed… or breakfast on the couch… on the floor… It’s the thought that counts.
Once my dog brought in a dead bat which most likely killed by who knows what. She brought it in as a “gift” and put it on our SOFA..
Why animal control? That was not us, that was our grandmother after we told her the story.
Here is what the sign says:
I brought in a dead bat and went nuts when the animal control people came over to check me for rabies. That is just 1 of the bad things I have done.
Sorry for poor handwriting. :/
Meet Cooper and his new memory foam bed. “It wasn’t me… It must of been defective.”
I ate moms pork chop off of her plate when she wasn’t looking. Then to show her how bad I felt about it…I threw it up on the couch.