I get into the garbage.
Just when you thought my farts couldn’t smell any worse…

I get into the garbage.
Moxies nickname is monster moxie, and I have watched her since she was about 8 weeks old. Her owners went out of town for the first time since they got her. She wasn’t a perfect angel but was reasonably good all things considered… Until the very last day when she unleashed her inner monster! She destroyed about 8 coffee table decorations, a wicker basket, 3 magazines, and rearranged the furniture all in one morning! She acts sorry now but I know its only a matter of time before she unleashes he monster again!
You got home late so I fed myself… a WHOLE box of Nilla wafers, mmm!!
– Tia, pg 126 of the Dog Shaming book, strikes again! Order your copy here!
My mom is a artist. She makes pottery. I like to help. Oh, and there are no “Ghosts” allowed in her studio!
I ran really fast through the house…got stuck in the curtains and pulled them out of the wall sending the curtain rod flying through Mom & Dad’s flatscreen TV. I couldn’t care less.
Dogs Hulk and Thor must have been lured into eating the couch by conniver Loki.
I love to eat bars of soap so I can fart bubbles!
I keep eating the soap and then I have to poop every 10 minutes.
Perhaps Kaiser heard about the Banana Plants medical properties somewhere
I tore Barbie’s head off and ate her hair. I didn’t like the way she was looking at me. Baxter