Despite having more than enough chew toys to choose from, Bear will quickly destroy whatever catches his eye.
I can’t breathe!
Posts Categorized: Best Friend Betrayal
I totes sorted through your tote
Come from grocery shopping close to home, found this mess in my living room.
It’s been…a day
After a LONG day of trying to get Lucy’s nails cut…
Dad locked Mom and I out this morning when he went to work… I had to ride in a strange vehicle with some lady I did not know… Mom took me to some strange man who had other dogs… I hate dogs… He put a muzzle on me and cut my nails… I hate when people touch my paws… So I pooped on him… Opps… Not sorry.
The wrap sheet
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CHARGED WITH THE FOLLOWING COUNTS OF THEFT AND DESTRUCTION
1. DAD’S MEMORY CARD
2. DAD’S PINK FLOYD CD
3. MUM’S CHARGER CABLES
4. FOUR CAR SEAT BELTS
5. NUMEROUS STUFFED TOYS
6. MURPHY’S DINNERS
7. THE HOME PHONE
8. TV REMOTE
FURTHER CHARGES EXPECTED
Midnight Assassin
My name is Jameson. I like to wind up and sucker punch my parents when they are fast asleep. And my paws are HUGE!
Happy Howl-o-weenie!
My mom wore a species insensitive Halloween costume. Shame on her!
Horse Play
My name is Millie and sometimes I get too friendly with not alive things. Like Mummy’s coat. The shoe box. My bed. But horsey is my favourite. I love horsey. I know now that I love horsey more than I should. Daddy says that I mustn’t do that to horsey now because it upsets the small people who own horsey and it’s definitely not okay when daddy’s friends are here in the big house with their own small people. Sometimes what I do to horsey makes small people cry and daddy has to say sorry a lot and make me wait outside until small people have gone away. I really like small people. But I still like horsey best.
Helping Mom Study
This is Cheyanne helping mom study. She came home and found that I had destroyed her brand new drug book and study guide. I later pooped out different medication names.
I cry like a baby
I cry like a baby … after I push my ball under the cabinet
Thanks for the new family
We rescued Daisy from our local humane society. She is a one year old German Shepherd Cross. She has a nice cozy kennel for when we leave her at home but she was able to reach and chew my son’s backpack, my husband’s speakers, and my daughter’s fashion hat. Last week she ate my son’s bedroom door. She is a lovely dog just a bit destructive 🙂
