I bought my husband a stuffed bear for valentines day 4 years ago… After 3 years apart we got back together, and he still had it. I slept with it every night. The night before our wedding I stayed elsewhere than our home and unknowingly left Teddy on he floor…and this was what was discovered the next day.
Murphy apparently, doesn’t like outdoor playtime to be over at daycare. He is a bit of a bully. I’m not impressed with his actions lately and now, he must wear the cap of shame!
I eat from the litter box and think know one knows….
I ate my mom’s Kindle cover… and I ate the Kindle…
Love, Homer and Nero
Dad’s shirt sure looked like one of my chew toys and was much easier to tear apart! I was very excited at how easy the toy / shirt came apart I just kept pulling and pulling until Dad caught me, now I am in time out.
“I wanted to be Super Maggie and catch balls in the air. I hurt my leg and won’t stop running so it can heal. Recovery is boring and I am driving my Mum crazy looking for balls.”
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I bit my mummy’s bum when she took my ball.
I twacked mud all over da fwor.
I ate an entire bottle of Pepto Bismol and turned the couch (and myself) pink.
I had just pulled the butternut squash out of the oven when nature called. Leaving it steaming on the counter, I did my thing. When I returned I found Scarlet (a border collie) whimpering but having eaten an entire half of the squash. Meanwhile, blind doggie Storie sat nearby. I later realized Scarlet had a couple of blisters on her tongue.
Text on sign:
My name is Scarlet. I jumped on the counter and ate 1/2 of a roasted Butternut Squash. I burned my tongue. I deserved it. PS: I also steal toys from my blind sister. I am a jerk!
