
My parents provide me puppy pads all over the house. I seldom acknowledge them, but on the rare occasion that I do, I barely stand on the edge of the puppy pad while me bum is still hovering over the rug.
My parents provide me puppy pads all over the house. I seldom acknowledge them, but on the rare occasion that I do, I barely stand on the edge of the puppy pad while me bum is still hovering over the rug.
Dewey is a rescue that came to us at 3 years old and we quickly found out he ate his own poop. Every. SINGLE. Day. We tried to break him of it to no avail. He is 10 now and has a habit of licking his legs which makes him smell like fecal matter. My son made him a shame hat out of a tuna can. I think Dewey feels some shame…..but as he ate his own poop as usual this morning… so maybe not.
Blanket hand knitted by family friend. Destroyed.
I went to Seattle Washington for 1 night. My daughter dog sits for me and sends me this photo.
Our friend Joanne sent us a picture of her family dog, Katara. You’ll notice that she is has chewed the laces out of four different pairs of shoes. She does look very sorry though.
Welcome baby Max to the dogshaming family! He arrived on April 17th weighing in at 7lbs4oz. He’s quiet and content, but not as furry as some members of the family would have wanted. Mom and dad are recovering nicely. It’s true what they say, it’s easier the second time around! If you’d like to see a few more pictures of Max, click here!
Our person-mom is a teacher but this is what we think of books.
I named my dog after the house elf, but he does not like to help out around the house.
The sign reads, “Not only do I not do the house elf work, I make more of a mess. Not even sorry, Dobby”
My sweetheart, 9 y/o German Shepherd, Mika, figured my spaghetti was hers for the taking since the HVAC repair man was clearly no threat. No need to protect mom = free spaghetti for the dog! Brat.
Two-year old pooped in his playhouse. Bindi (dog) ate it before mom had a chance to clean it up.