I ate all your poo bags, good luck picking up my poo, love Copper.
He managed to get into my coat pocket to get the bags out, good thing we found them before going for a walk….
I ate all your poo bags, good luck picking up my poo, love Copper.
He managed to get into my coat pocket to get the bags out, good thing we found them before going for a walk….
I can turn on the Wii, press eject, and remove the disc; all in less than a minute.
Tasty!
~Wilfred the Jackapoo =]
My friend Margaret loves her puppy Sammy, but he’s a bit of a terror. Her son Tom is particularly traumatised by this incident of teddy carnage: “I can’t stop thinking about Toy Story – what if it’s true?!”
Charlotte is a money-hungry, five year old Brittany Spaniel. She’s so embarrassed about shredding these George Washingtons, she won’t even make eye contact. This is not her first offense defacing U.S. currency.
“I pick out the same Lambchop plush evertime, then slowly, over the course of I month, I chew apart from back to front.”
Kraut is about 7 years old and is being adopted through the Southern Animal Foundation in New Orleans, LA. He prefers to be on the floor rather than on the couch or bed but will climb up if you coax him. Kraut weighs between 35 and 40 pounds and is neutered, he is about to begin heart worm treatment. He is great with dogs and cats and is still very playful, but is gentle and knows when to settle down.
Tracker is an adoptable lemon and white foxhound. He came from North Carolina in extremely rough shape. He is currently located in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. He has flourished into a handsome, spoiled prince who is waiting for his forever home! He is dog and cat friendly but is fearful of children. He is being fostered through Gentle Jake’s Coonhound Rescue.
I guess this was Bones’ way of telling me I use too much butter….
“I pull clean laundry off the line to make a bed. I don’t care if it gets dirty!”
At least Shadowfax knows which sheet is hers – she pulls off the sheet I use to cover the back seat of the car where she rides, rather than the bed sheets.
“I destroyed my dad’s favorite CDs.” We came home to find our retired racing greyhound, Zoomer, had found our CD holder and destroyed my husband’s favorites – AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd, etc. This was the strangest thing she destroyed to date.
While left under the care of the babysitter, Amos helped himself to THIRTEEN banana muffins, wrappers and all. Muffin Man indeed.