I pooped in front of the church while a wedding was taking place.
I’m part of the wedding party-pooper

I pooped in front of the church while a wedding was taking place.
“I Bark and Growl When Mommy and Daddy Hug.. Then Mommy Picks Me Up..” (PS: I do not like it when I don’t get enough attention!) Love, Buttons
June loses her mind when it comes to anything with wheels. Be it trucks, bicycles, skateboards, you name it. The worst, however, is when she goes into attack-mode over babies in strollers or people in wheelchairs. It’s not you, it’s your wheels.
I am so scared of loud noises, that I climb up my mom.
In Spain, dogs are not allowed on most beaches. A few days ago, me and my family spent a few days in the coast, and the first day we went for a dip, had to leave our dog Morris, the six year old adopted wiener-mix, in the apartment.
When we came back, we found out that Morris had done this.
After that, we were forced to find a beach that allowed dogs, and take with us our furry fellow, absolutely everywhere!
I let myself into peoples homes and scare the heck out of them when they return.
Amazingly, the guy not only came inside and waited quite gentlemanly while I cleaned it up, he still asked me on a second date.
I’m Jemima, I don’t bite but I will punch you.
Having a dog door is great… Until something like this happens. My poor husband noticed it first when he petted her and noticed something gross and stinky. He tried to clean her up in the bathroom without waking me but the poor guy just kept gagging. Laughable now, but quite a terrible way to start the day. Thanks to my little girl, Indy, for giving us a funny memory.
Romeo is not happy for new moms to-be (though he is ashamed). Or maybe he’s just not into baby showers…