My dad doesn’t have to clean the kitty litter this week.
Helping dad with the weekly chores

My dad doesn’t have to clean the kitty litter this week.
I follow my new kitten around and tidy up after him by eating his poo. I am a bad dog!
We were gluttons and visited the Cat Box Buffet instead of waiting for our breakfast. Now, we’re too full of crap to eat our expensive food and we smell terrible.
I ate the pooper scooper.
Karl is a sweetheart. Karl was also 10lbs overweight when we got him from the rescue. Karl is now on a strict diet to get him into shape. Lacking treats, Karl has at tendency to find his own any way he can. ANY… WAY… HE… CAN…
Still love em to pieces though!
My English Bulldog, Pepper Potts, comes to work every day. This was the first time I ever caught her in the cat-crunchies at work. (Frequent offender at home) Her Kong bed is not even 2 hours old in this pic.
The first of many shames, I’m sure. Still, can’t be mad at that face too long!
I keep going to the litter box for snacks. My breath smells like cat poop!
My Frenchie decides to eat some cat treats, his human sister came home, picked him up, he proceeded to give her smelly Frenchie Kisses