I rolled in Putrid Poop after told NO
Look! I’m a Jack Russell now!

I rolled in Putrid Poop after told NO
I like to eat my little brother’s diapers for quality check. They “pass” just fine. -Phoebe
Our friend Joanne sent us a picture of her family dog, Katara. You’ll notice that she is has chewed the laces out of four different pairs of shoes. She does look very sorry though.
Must be the chihuahua half of her that can’t resist a chile relleƱo with hot sauce.
Walking through downtown Huntington Beach, Ca, Heidi decided it was necessary to poop in the middle of a busy 4-way stop right as two police officers walk by. Needless to say everyone laughed except for me who had to pick it up.
“I’m sulking because I’m not allowed to destroy the garden.” ~ Dolly
Written on the back of that day’s glowing “report card” from our dog walker. Who can resist the temptation of an accessible flower bed?
Our perfectly lovely dog stepped out of character and went nuts on the feather duvet. It took hours to gather the down and feathers from all over the house.
Owe the kids and dad a solid for cleaning up and reupholstering the couch. Mom still does not know. On to bigger and better things.
I named my dog after the house elf, but he does not like to help out around the house.
The sign reads, “Not only do I not do the house elf work, I make more of a mess. Not even sorry, Dobby”
This book survived World War II, but not me.