Brick spends his days with me at my yarn shop. He loves playing in the windows and watching people go by. Some of my customers informed me, when they walked out at closing, that he had left a present in the tissue paper grass of the window display. But now that he’s potty trained, and we have a lidded trash can, he’s an exemplary Shop Dog.
When I told my puppy, Colt, that he was adopted, he pooped on the floor. 😐
My Mom made me go outside. I hate snow!! I left my Mom a present behind the couch. I am not sorry! This is Rayna, my Frenchie Pug, when it snows she sits at the door and howls until I let her back inside. She was really mad that I made her go out in the blizzard this morning and she let me know this by doing her thing inside.
“I’ve done something you may not like…. Just give it a second, you’ll smell it…” Notorious bulldog gas, so bad even they hide from it!
Luda pooped and sat on it… It was his first brown spot… He was so ashamed!
I pooped in the office. Can you clean it up?
My name is Scout, and I know I’m young, but I know where I’m suppose to do my business, and yet, I continually do it where my mommy does her actual business: on the office rug, underneath the desk. I’m not sorry.
I pooped in my kennel, stepped in it, then trailed it all over the apartment while my mommy was cleaning my bedding. I am very ashamed. -Gus the Wonder Beagle
P.S. Note the poop trail I made en route to the tub.
Christmas is just around the corner and this year our dogs gave us each a “straight-from-the-heart” present. Yay………..
Such a giving little lady.
