Mr. Growley (aka Mr. G) loves to eat Nerf darts. I usually don’t know he found one until… after. When I went to take this picture all I had to do was look in the couch for some evidence.
The sign says “I like to eat NERF darts so I can poop orange foam.” 🙂
I thanked my mom for the $80 grooming and tangerine deep conditioning treatment by rolling in feces the minute I was let off leash. I am not sorry. -Abby
I sneak into the litter box for a la carte poop snacks. I was caught purple pawed.
Boston has a little separation anxiety and has torn stuff up before. Now he has learned being alone isn’t so bad when you learn to open the fridge. While we are gone he helps himself… We now bungee cord the handle when we leave.
My name is Mac.
I like to sleep under my owners desk while she works all day in her home office.
I wait until she is on the phone for a conference call , or is speaking with an important client and can’t leave, and then I FART. A LOT.
Who, me? Rip a gaping hole in the sheet in an attempt to bury my squeaky pig? Never.
Diego got into the trash and had himself his own Thanksgiving meal (a little early) and he’s in a little bit of a food coma….
“We ate the bread crumbs mom gave the starving birds”
-30 below zero i felt sorry for the birds, while I checked the wood stove the dogs ate the crumbs. I didn’t say a word, I just pointed at where the crumbs were, the dogs wouldn’t give me any eye contact.
I tore down the mini blinds…again.
While mom was at work I took a brand new can of parmesan cheese off the counter and ate it on the couch. Mom said it smelled like 1000 marathon runners took their shoes off in our living room. I’m not sorry at all! Sam
