Coco (left) “It wasn’t Tempurpedic. So I ate it.”
Ryder (right) “I watched”.
I left for a few hours and came home to a mess on the floor. Coco had pulled all of the foam out of the bottom of the dog bed and left it all over the floor.
Pete the pug spent the afternoon destroying an outdoor patio pillow. Naughty pug!
My name is Ralph and I like Tagalong Girl Scout cookies. Mom is happy the box was empty. I was not.
Thank goodness there were no cookies left and he didn’t get an upset stomach!
I want to murder every dog in my neighborhood… Even the ones bigger than my Daddy.
My name is Millie and sometimes I get too friendly with not alive things. Like Mummy’s coat. The shoe box. My bed. But horsey is my favourite. I love horsey. I know now that I love horsey more than I should. Daddy says that I mustn’t do that to horsey now because it upsets the small people who own horsey and it’s definitely not okay when daddy’s friends are here in the big house with their own small people. Sometimes what I do to horsey makes small people cry and daddy has to say sorry a lot and make me wait outside until small people have gone away. I really like small people. But I still like horsey best.
Her ‘Maid’ has been working late a lot, so Heidi made her protest loud and clear.
That pesky privacy screen on the gate kept me from seeing my friends.
The tale on the sign is absolutely true. Loki likes to ride in the car, so I took him along on the trip to the pharmacy, figuring that we could go for a walk in that neighborhood after I picked up a prescription and some odds and ends. I guess I should have let Loki know the full plan before stepping into the store for 5 minutes.
This is Azim. Azim likes to eat cat poop. Azim likes to eat cat poop in the yard. We decided to start using ground corn litter in out cat’s boxes as it’s better for their health. And we just adopted our 3rd cat who was a stray. We had to keep the bathroom door open so the cat would get use to using the box when he slept in the house at night. One morning we woke up, and all the litter was gone! We knew immediately that it was Azim. And he went from being a fit pit to being a fat one. Now, we have a door chain lock on the door so the dog won’t use his nose to open the door and the cat can slink in to use the box.
I chewed the handle on dad’s chair…said I was sorry, but I’m not. For some reason Gibson thought that the new chair handle was his own personal chew toy.
