Coco just ate the cat’s poop from the litterbox lol!
You mean that’s not part of a complete breakfast?
Posts Tagged: Boston Terrier
Licensed plumber, official ball-thrower
I make the plumber throw my ball. I’m not sorry, I LOVE my ball! BoBo
Crunch and his “girlfriend”
Crunch and his non breathing girlfriend.
No news is good news?
Elvis Pretzel (on the right) has outgrown the chewing and tearing up phase, but with the recent addition of puppy Tiny Dancer to the family, he’s up to his old shenanigans again. Instigators, these two, and partners in crime! They ripped up today’s WSJ, which we hadn’t even gotten the chance to read yet! So rude!
Beware of the “Fartler”
I fart and startle myself. Fart + Startle= “Fartle”. I’m a Fartler! Dolly tries his best to take a nap but is always awoken by the trumpeting of his own rear end which always wakes him with a startle. We coined the term “Fartle” for him because he does it constantly!
Dietary Indiscretion
“I ate 10% of my body weight in barbecue and sandwich meat and the vet made me vomit it up. (My mom and the vet are vegetarians.)”
Zoe found and ate 2.5 lbs (she only weighs 23 lbs) of sandwich meat, barbecue chicken, beef, and bones when her mom wasn’t looking. It’s a good thing her mom works at a vet’s office! Her mom and the vet are vegetarians so they really loved cleaning up the vomit – all four rounds of it.
The Poopscapades
I stepped in my own poop and schmeared it on my mommy. -Pema
Our 6 month old Boston Terrier, Pema, clumsily stepped in her own freshly pooed poop. When I brought her inside to clean her up, she managed to schmear the stinkiness all over my arm!
Video Games Aren’t My Forte
He was just sitting on the couch with these baleful eyes, the controller right in front of him and I just imagined that his look of lament was due to his lack of opposable thumbs.
The good, the bad, and the doggies
Quasar eats mom’s underwear, and Nova taught him how.
In the jungle* the Boston sleeps tonight
*and by jungle, we mean couch.
This is Max. He’s usually he’s a good boy, but sometimes, when he’s left alone too long, he gets… Interesting. Needless to say we were not happy with him when we came home and found he’d destroyed his bed. But in the end we adore the little guy. That night? He slept on the couch.
