This is our “puppy” Hooch. He is a Tosa Inu Mastiff and he got bored this morning and ate the eyeballs off of my son’s piggy hat.
Hooch the Eyeball Eater
Posts Categorized: Pilfering Pooches
No More Honey Boo-Boo
I chewed your expensive remote because I am a jerk. Forever not sorry, Snoopy
Cool it, dog!
This is what I came home to today.
Foo dog, don’t bother me
This Natasha. The foo dogs used to scare her…now she likes to hang with them
What did you except? You called her Marley!
Every day i leave for work and by the time i come home this is what i see! Bad Marley!! ( Although she does sure have a cute guilty face ) 😀
Mr. Big Bucks
Moxie stole two $20 bills off the kitchen counter. Ate them. I tried to blame everyone else in the house till I was cleaning the backyard the following day. He’s a big old jerky marshmallow.
Adoptable Fridays – Soleil
“I tried to wear my foster dad’s retainers… they didn’t fit me! Sorry dad”
Soleil is one of the sweetest most affectionate foster puppies we have ever had. She lives in Belle Chasse, LA and is being fostered through P.A.W.S. She was found wandering the streets with her brother and sister, who all look to be pure bred Labrador Retrievers, so they are a bit shy around people at first but we have found that once Soleil is in a home environment her true sunny side comes out to shine! She is house-trained (and will let you know when she needs to go out) and walks well on a leash. She is highly socialized with other dogs and plays well with others. Soleil is bring fostered through P.A.W.S. while she waits to find her forever home!
I ate Michael’s Retainers
He really should not have put them where I could reach them! I love to prune shrubs too!
Bertie prefers Pedometer to Dog Food
Bertie loves getting 3 plus walks a day, but he still worked in cohoots with the cat, Romeo, this morning. Romeo knocked Mama’s pedometer off her night stand, and Bert went to snacking.
Next time, on Hoarders…
Dora is . . . well, a hoarder; it probably stems from the fact that she spent quite a bit of time as a stray before we rescued her. Anyway, I followed her to her crate when she did a snatch and grab of the scissors while I was wrapping gifts to find . . . a coffee mug, the food scoop, our other dog’s bowl, and the scissors. In fact, whenever ANYTHING is missing, her crate is the first place we look.
I’m still trying to figure out why we found a knife under her bed the other night though. That’s just . . . disturbing.
