
Someone got out of his kennel last night and reduced two clothes baskets to mulch
Someone got out of his kennel last night and reduced two clothes baskets to mulch
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.
This was full of cookies before mom & dad left…
My husband was fired, I made him a celebration cake. Homer Griffin counter surfed at 2:00 am and devoured it.
I ate a whole pound of bacon that Dad left on the counter. I had to get it all pumped out. Mom says both of us are in the doghouse! Not sorry. It was yummy. I’d do it again.
I was upset about having to be in the basement with another dog and not with the humans, so I pooped and wiped my rear on the stairs.
My name is Pupper and I unrolled a roll of paper towels to lick and nap on it. I have my own bed and I’m allowed to sleep on the couch and my parents’ bed… but nope. Paper towels. That’s where it’s at.
I ate the gingerbread house out of the box, because you didn’t take me with you.
I ate my granny’s passport and now she’s stuck in Canada.
“I ate Chloe’s braces”