I eat my wife’s “secret” stash of peanuts and pretend I have nothing to do with the near-empty jar.
Sylvia submitted this picture of her husband Claude (who also happen to be Dog Shaming’s parents). Someone’s in the dog house!
They snore, they make a mess, they eat everything in sight, they stink, they pee on the floor…
No, I’m not talking about dogs here! As much as we love shaming dogs, we think they deserve a break. We’ve decided to turn the tables and start shaming the biggest troublemakers: husbands.
Oakley: “I ate the corned beef my dad made for St. Patrick’s Day. Now my tummy hurts a little…” (sorry, but not sorry.)
Scout: “I was asleep in the other room and can’t believe I missed it.”
I threw up in 11 places in the house, including once on the couch
Gucci is looking for love in all the wrong places!
These three are evil geniuses. And work well as a team. The cat pushes food off the counter for the dogs. All the time. This time they were caught in the act. Its organized crime.
This is Lupe our so-cute-you-can-ignore-her-evil chihuahua mix. Her caption reads “Sometimes I absentmindedly chew on the coffee table. Not sure what I am supposed to be ashamed of…”
Cooper, our hammer tic/mountain cur mix sneaks behind the couch to eat our stuff.
My name is Callie Louanne and my Mom is mad at me because I ate goose poop.
I bit my mom and got in trouble….so I ate my daddy’s shoe
