Kinje (Havanese-Yorkie) woke me up at 3am on my birthday by puking on the bed. It was her third time throwing up in a week, so she went to the vet. $500 later, the vet says Kinje has gas and gave her Pepcid. What a great birthday surprise!
Taking advantage while my human is busy cooking corn!
I rolled around in poop today (not my own.)
-Max, 4 years old
I peed on the kitchen trash can (and I just went for a walk).
The highlight of this escapade was that Richie looked me right in the eyes as he did it. I suppose it’s my own fault for a) not believing that’s what he was actually about to do, and b) having a kitchen trash can for him to pee on.
If Tucker was human, he’d be that spoiled rich kid who has everything and appreciates nothing. I came home from yoga to find the laces of my runners completely destroyed. It’s not like I don’t take him for walks or anything by the way he acts. Sheesh! Now I have to walk the trail in flip flops until I can replace the laces!
She tried to deny it, but the evidence was right there on her lips
I refuse to go potty in my own yard. -Macchi
“I peed on my mom’s bed but felt so bad, I put MYSELF in time-out. I’m so sorry mom, it won’t happen again. Love, Macy”
I’ve never had this problem before; I don’t know what came over me. I felt so bad about what I did, I put myself in my kennel for time-out. Not even mom saying it was ok could coax me out of there before I had finished my own time-out sentence. But I guess that’s what I get; I’m so embarrassed. And in case you were wondering, no I’m not a puppy…I’m eight years old! Anyway, sorry again mom!
Maggie went through the trash tonight while her mommy was at work and decided she would gleefully eat an old ear of corn. She may seem ashamed but provided the opportunity she will unashamedly do it again.
Sango, a terrier mix is sitting on a green chair. The sign reads, “I ate cat poop from the litter box. Then I vomited in the car. Mama vomited too.
