I went into my aunt’s sacred space and humped her meditation pillow. I have no regrets. Namaste.
Namastay Away From my House
I Don’t Think You’re Ready for This Petroleum Jelly
I ate half a tub of petroleum jelly and now mom and dad have to clean up Vaseline farts.
Dog-Ear That Page, Please!
My mutt Bix says, “Here’s what I think of stupid newsletters that tell me what’s ‘risky to swallow’!”
Home Alone KEVIN!! I mean Cayman!!!
We gate our dogs off in our mud room with puppy pads when we have to leave the house for extended periods of time since we don’t want accidents on our light beige carpets throughout the house. On this day, Cayman, our dachshund, decided he didn’t like this idea. He chewed a hole in the baby gate then proceeded to potty throughout, carry his bowl of food from one end of a room to another, slopping kibble everywhere! This has NEVER happened before! And it’s not as if we were gone THAT long!
Lean On Me
I’m Atticus. Whenever my little sister sits on the floor, I must lean on her. No matter where or when.
Cor-geeking out
I had a chance to bring home a unique prototype of the new pet gadget. I put it on the piano, but Audrey’s love for hardware is so big that she managed to pull it down and, well, hack it.
Furniture Freeloader
Bailey likes to sit on all the furniture every time we leave the house! We can tell where she’s been because we find dog hair in all of her lounging spots. Her favorite places are this couch (which is right by our front window so she can spy on the neighbors and other passersby), our bed, and our big couch downstairs.
You Are What You Eat
This is how we found Willow when we came home from work. She has a habit of getting into the trash. In this case, I believe the punishment fits the crime.
I’m all about that Basset
Bramble the basset hound says “I knocked over a bottle of Tabasco and it ate through the tile floor. I regret nothing.”
Labradon’t go!
I don’t want you to deploy so I ate one of your boots. And happy birthday..love Luna
