Pepper, my housemate’s rescue greyhound loves perusing the garbage for tasty morsels.
Posts Categorized: Disgusting Doggies
You’re the Cheese to my Macaroni
Woke up to WWIII in the living room. Looked like a mac and cheese dish and rolls of toilet paper got in fight and just decided to explode like a firecracker on the 4th of July … Sigh
Pink is IN!
I pried open the pantry and took the food colouring and chewed it up on the couch and bed while mom and dad slept.
Talk to me, Goose Poop
Lucy and Linus snack on goose poop …so they had to get expensive vaccinations to protect them nasty bugs that might be in their favorite outdoor snack.
I Smell Bad Hat
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.
So, how was your day?
I came home to a not-so-nice surprise in my bed.
Sign: “I pooped on Mom’s bed while she was at work. Then I tucked it in. Not sorry.”
Triple Trouble
Ripley and Milo: We got into a coal bag because we decided we wanted to be Dalmatians!
Tucker: I had nothing to do with it.
I left them for 10 minuets and when I went to check on them, Ripley and Milo (5yo JR-mix brothers) had got into a coal bag and covered each other in dots (Ripley fairing off worse than his brother!)… While Tucker (14yo Pom) lets on he wasn’t involved.
The Litter-Box-Cleaning-Crotchless Wonder
My name is Maggie, I’m a Cheagle (Chihuahua-Beagle Mix) and I am 8 months old. When my two moms and their roommate adopted me into their home when I was only 4 months old, I met their 3 cats, Mia, Patches, and Herp. I immediately fell in love with the little brown delicacies they left in their sand boxes. I always manage to fit my head in far enough to reach what I’m looking for. I later discovered my Mom’s undies in something she calls a clothes basket. It has these easy access holes all around it that are like panty dispensers. But I keep getting in trouble for eating my favorite snacks and they don’t understand why. Maybe if they tried it they would too understand. I don’t care how mad they get, I will never give up sneaking my favorite delicacies. Although nabbing a pair of undies may be hard now that my Moms have added a bag to the clothes basket and shut the bathroom door when they take a shower. Try as they might, I WILL FIND A WAY!
I don’t Remember Planting Carrots
Smokey just looooves baby carrots, unfortunately his daddy’s earplugs look an awful lot like baby carrots, too.
“I thought they were baby carrots. Turns out they were dad’s earplugs. Oops!”
THAT will stop the evil Roomba!
Never leave a dog alone with a robotic vacuum cleaner. Never.