Jolie waits until we leave the house to do a food sweep every day. I’ve gotten really good about picking up anything that remotely smells like food but forgot about the pop tarts I put in my daughter’s College Care Package. The box was triple taped but she managed to break in. I found it hiding underneath a table in a corner. She went right for the Pop Tarts and has been pooping them for the past 48 hours. She is right, I am still mad at her but am glad that she seems to be feeling better.
My name is Raina and I ate all of the boxtops that we saved for my human brother’s school. It was fun to spread them all over the house like confetti. And I swallowed the ones that really smelled like food! No, I’m not really ashamed.
“Hi! Maddie here!
Today I ate my mom’s pads. My roommate’s mom was NOT impressed.
I also discovered that, for some reason, I really dig gluten-free flour.”
My dog, Josie, skillfully reached up onto the counter and pulled down the lovely pumpkin spice bundt cake I had spent two hours the night before preparing for some friends of mine, and ate the entire thing – all while I was in the shower. She also refused to clean up the crumbs afterwards. Unbelievable.
This is Piper. She’s a 7 year old Bichon Poodle mix. This sign reads, “i eat a dozen cookies off the counter and puke around the house and in my gma’s mustang.”
“Whilst counter surfing this afternoon, I happened upon daddy’s malt loaf and thought that it would make a lovely snack before dinner. I’m now making awful smells…”
