Our American Bulldog, Grimm, has some interesting ways of relaxing.

This is Peggy. The one dog poop appreciation pup!

“I got into the garbage while mom was at work. -Gerome”

I know Gerome isn’t ‘technically’ a dog, but after he got into the garbage twice and chewed through two iPod chargers all in one week I think it’s clear he’s having a feline/canine identity crises.

My name is Sophie, and I enjoy playing in mud after I take my bath.

My Corgi Sophie, decieded she liked being dirty instead of being clean!

It’s true, the bigger the dog, the more they smell! This one is finally getting a bath.

My name is Walter, and I have a problem. I love to chew my daddy’s hats!!!

Scenario: On the way to the dog park you stick a treat in your pocket for the furry little bastard. You promptly forget about aforementioned treat. Until. The following day. You discover your pants are missing a pocket, the wet and slobbery remains rent and shredded, the treat mysteriously missing.

I ate the steak off my dad’s plate because he should be a vegetarian – Luna. She learned this trick at the family BBQ yesterday.

This is Vinny, my 8 year old Maltese. He steals any and all panties and bring them to this rug…he’s not ashamed!

I licked it clean, literally.