My name is Ember. I’m 9 years old and haven’t damaged anything in years… well, until Mom paid a fortune for a nice wooden crate.
Posts Tagged: Whippet
My dad left for work very early morning and my mom was still asleep upstairs. So I ate the couch in order to spend more time with mom before she left me for work too.
We left the house to go to dinner. We were only gone for 40 minutes or so, and we came home to this… My boyfriend and I had a good laugh when we walked in the door. Rhea didn’t get in trouble at all, but she still looked so sad 🙁
Kobe: Today while mom and dad were at work I stole 4 pieces of raw chicken from the sink and ate them all and the bags they were in.
Romo: And I destroyed uncle’s slipper… and probably stole some chicken too.
Minnie May got into a box of holiday things in my apartment while I was at work- I was reorganizing some closets and had not yet finished. She decided the manger scene looked appetizing. Her shame sign reads “I ate Baby Jesus’ manger! #goingtohell.” She is a mess.
Tetley the whippet spends a lot of time looking guilty, because he also spends a lot of time stealing and eating (or just destroying) our property. We’re used to it by now, but he crossed the line when he bit the nose off of the teedy bear that Clara had brought home from school to look after,
Came home from food shopping, and we find the eyes of my fiancée’s dragon slippers on the floor and the dog on the couch not making eye contact with us.
Crosby has mostly outgrown his chewing stage… But if it is in this corner, it’s fair game. Living plants included!
Every time we go to the dog park, I see Luna, my black and white whippet, sniffing the ground obsessively. She would then stop, bite the grass, and roll around in that spot for about 2 minutes straight. When I noticed that my other 2 dogs would join her in this ritual, I finally went over to see what the heck they were all rolling in. Turns out they were hunting down earthworms and rolling around on top of them until the earthworms were crushed to a pulp.
After her hellish puppy years, where her dear human entertained the idea of sending her back to the rescue (not really…empty threats), Penny has become a model dog. Loyal, obedient, and loving, Penny even knows tons of tricks. She doesn’t really doesn’t understand why her dear human would punish her for nothing by ordering her a custom straightjacket (fleece-dog coat with detachable snood) from Etsy. She is afraid to move in it. Even a single paw.