Our 6 month old labradoodle, Rupert, escaped from his kennel and (surprisingly since he is a usually a very very calm puppy) freaked out barking at the front door and trying to get out. He managed to lock the deadbolt (you know, the kind that can only be locked and unlocked from the inside) and lock us out of the apartment.
“Hi, I’m Rupert. I locked my mom and dad out of the apartment while they were at dinner. Some nice firemen had to come break the door down- I got so scared I peed on the carpet. Dad thinks it’s funny, mom is not pleased.”
“I just ate a little piece of the floor at my mum’s work. It was delish” – Ellie May belongs to my boss. When my boss went into an important meeting, Ellie May decided to bite off a chunk of floor and chew on it. As you do.
We were out for a fun Friday night and came home to empty shredded bags and an unholy mess of seven large piles of previously consumed human food. Lily was tall enough to stand on her hind legs and grab two packages consisting of ten pitas and a dozen tortillas. This pushed Lily to the “I don’t feel so well” zone dogs often find themselves in. Lily Bad Dog is feeling just fine the day after, though she may have a gluten-hangover!