Sadie Belle (Goldendoodle 10 months) ate my daughter’s Elf on the Shelf, Rosie Red. She has not chewed anything in a very long time, but must have had her feelings hurt because we were focusing on what to do next with the elf. We learned our lesson!
“No, NOT going swimming. Each time my wound heals, I lick it open. Mom’s mad!”
I am sorry I ran through your wet concrete. I saw a critter and I had to chase it! I am a bad dog!
I broke a half gallon bottle of vodka counter surfing.
This is Rio. She decided to partake in happy hour too…she ate up all the hors d’oeuvers as Mommy turned her back to refill the holiday cranberry martinis! Bad dog…very bad (but well-fed) dog!
Every day Bling Bling will stand along side of the couch and woof until I pick her up and put her on the couch! A true Princess!
Editor’s note: You can’t call a dog Bling Bling and not expect it to be a princess
Llewie is often distracted by shiny things. Chewy things. Crunchy things. Thank goodness he didn’t know how to plug them in!
I’m a brat and tried biting my stitches off
“I peed on my parents’ bed. Now I have to wear this tie until I learn how to be a gentleman!” -Ein
You know what’s awesome? Getting ready to go to bed, and your hubby climbs into bed and discovers that the dog peed on the bed. And you don’t have extra bedding. And it’s winter and your bedroom is the draftiest and coldest room in the house. At least I wasn’t the one who discovered the pee.
My name is Paco and I’m a 10-year old chihuahua. I have amazing bladder control, but if I have an accident, it is usually in the direction of something green (Owner: I don’t buy that dogs are color blind, at least not Paco). This time my target was the laundry hamper full of clean clothes.
