My mom sent this to me after she arrived home this afternoon from work. I feel like the image more or less speaks for itself.
Shaming doesn’t phase Tim the border collie who rolled in some fresh deer poop and is very proud of himself.
“I won’t let my mom get any work done.” Mia doesn’t seem to realize that if she let me finish my work, instead of inserting hundreds of ///////////////////s into my emails with her chin, we could go for a walk.
I came home to an empty box of tissues and this little face. Scully, what’s your excuse?
Wow! I like taco pizza too.
“I tore apart my bed…AGAIN!! Mom says ‘no more nice beds for me’. -Kahle”
Kahle seems to think she is too good for her $75 bed.
Leo is like a dog in a cat’s body. He lives for food! So, when I throw something in the trash that he thinks could be good….this happens! Bad “dog”!
Sooo I get a little excited for our Amazon Prime packages.
Jazzy eats mystery poop then waits until midnight to throw up on the bedroom rug.
I stole a brand new can of Pringles from mom’s work bag. I chewed through the can and ate half of the chips. I am NOT sorry.