Meet Cooper and his new memory foam bed. “It wasn’t me… It must of been defective.”
Posts Tagged: Weimaraner
Mom went to Paris without me … so I ate the SD card (with ALL the photos … BEFORE they got downloaded).
The cat door wasn’t big enough for me, so I made it bigger…
Ashton chewed a hole in his new Christmas sweater, then puked it up. Yes, it was as gross as it sounds.
My husband recently shamed our dog when in fact it was he who should have been shamed. I have corrected this.
“My wife advised me it may not be wise to take Crockett’s bed to the kennel….. I did not listen. Crocket made CONFETTI!”
I came home one day from class to discover my nine year old Weimaraner had some how reached up the wall and ate half of the mounted taxidermy fish…Let’s just say this isn’t her first time around the naughty block…
Yadi will find any way to entertain herself while in her crate. While we were gone, she scooted her crate next to her sister’s, pulled her comforter off (it’s like a security blanket for her sister during thunderstorms, such as was going on this day), pulled it into her crate, and destroyed it.
Buford figured out how to open our kitchen refrigerator and he ate everything…except for the ranch dressing
This is what I did when my family was at work today.
Klaus got too excited at the dog park and ended up getting covered in his own poo……resulting in a very unimpressed weimaraner.