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.
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Sawyer is sulking because I told him not to chew on his new Fourth of July. In the month he’s been with me since he was rescued from a high-kill shelter, he’s been caught chewing on clothes, socks, and one night chewed a hole in the sheet that had fallen partially onto the floor where he sleeps.