My parents have recently installed a baby gate to keep our elderly cat confined to a safe area of the house. My Tibetan Spaniel does not approve of any barrier between him and filling his belly with mushy cat food. Vinnie has spent most of the last 5 visits whining and crying in front of the baby gate, climbing over it, and trying to eat all the cat food before he gets caught.
Meg had recently been under the weather and lost her appetite. Seems it is back. She had finished her dinner and while we were out getting ours, she pulled a canvas bag off of a chair, emptied it, ripped a hole in a plastic bag and then the plastic wrap. She scattered pieces of cracker through the house maybe to make sure she could find her way back to the office.
This week I ate:
a retainer
a bag of Doritos
a bag of trail mix
a popsicle stick
a bag of almonds
& cat poop.
Celebrating my birthday on my own with my kids at their Uncle’s and my hubby away. I bought myself a very fancy, very expensive, cupcake for one. Butch got to it first. He didn’t leave a single crumb. Grrrr.
I attempted to serve myself some pie.
My dog niece Roxy ate grandpa’s steak off the counter!
Boss let us know one morning…”I need more fiber.” Much to the chagrin of our backyard birds.
I ate an entire stick of butter, then made you clean up my poops.
When my mommy was trying to get some beauty sleep, I opened the closet door I ate the rest of my dog food. LEGEND
After his morning run followed by breakfast, Frankie broke into the laundry while I was in the shower and helped himself to his big brother’s bag of food – about 4kg worth! A trip to the emergency vet and an overnight stay in hospital turned it into a very expensive meal.
