I eat my own poop. All the time…

Brick loves to bury bones in the backyard, dig ’em up and then run inside and bury them under our pillows.

Remy has broken into the house twice in the last week and taken a Bible back out with him each time and eaten as many pages as he could.

I found my Moms art supplies, Im so disappointed there was no chicken in that bag of Rainbow chicken feathers!!! I’ll be pooping rainbows for days!!

Found my dog eating my wedding shoes on my wedding anniversary

“Our mom is a librarian. One of us peed on her library book.”

Leaving it on the floor was my mistake. We’ll never know who committed the pee crime.

The car door blew shut and I locked it with my human brother in it. It took 20 minutes for the firemen to free us. On the bright side, I didn’t eat the dinner she had just picked up that was also in the car.

This is the face I give visitors to see if they will feed me. It rarely works.

Love, Charlie

I ate a 12-oz bag of dark chocolate lollipops…and used my mom’s wedding dress as a tablecloth and napkin. The vet says I’m fine now, but the wedding dress will need some help.

“I ate your dinner (but I didn’t like the salad)” Foxy is a fiend for chicken (as well as pasta, hot wings, pizza…anything…) and she ate my roomie’s dinner!