Poor judgement calls made by human and dog.
Nothing Good Ever Happens After 2 am

Poor judgement calls made by human and dog.
“My mommy was in her studio making art, so I decided to make some art out of ‘recycled’ materials.”
I met with my favorite and most important customer yesterday and they asked me about an important email I was to send her a few months back. I was able to confirm that I did not send the email. I am fortunate that my customer is understanding and also has a terrific sense of humor.
My six year old human brother made muffins all by himself for the school bake sale! I ate them.
I fart every time I stretch to look out the window. My mom calls it “dog yoga”.
“My artwork is too derivative of Vhils!” Poor Peg. She may look up the heavens for inspiration, but her less-than-accomplished attempts to emulate renowned street-artist Vhils just don’t go far. She took this description of deconstructionism and decided to apply it to art… and walls. “
I tore up all of my obedience training lessons…
-Petra
“I had string from a chew toy in teeth and used the carpet as floss”
Our new 6 moth old Great Pyrenees/German Shepherd puppy didn’t think the 100+ toys were acceptable and decided to sample the carpet while we were at work.
We received a phone call from a random neighbour telling us our dog was out. “No no,” we said, “it’s not possible, he was safe and snug in the fenced in yard when we left!” Sure enough, there he was when we returned, grinned at us from poolside. We called the neighbour back and confirmed that it could not possibly have been our dog.
He got our number from off of his tag.
It was not the first time someone had seen him. Or the 2nd. Or the 8th.
If we had a Porsche we would be so screwed.