“I tackle children… And eat their ice cream. -Jango.” Today, Jango tackled a potential new client’s kid and ate an ice cream cone right out of his hand. Needless to say, I didn’t get the job. And Jango doesn’t seem to care one bit. Doesn’t he know where his kibble comes from?
“I think I’m a squirrel. I are all the peanuts when no one was looking!” Piper is a trouble-maker, eating shoes when left home alone or digging up living room plants. She reached a new low when I came home to a carpet covered in peanut shells, and empty bag, and a guilty face!
Today, against his better judgement, my human let me out of the crate for a crazy run. I was so happy that I ran once around the room and then jumped up on the bed so I could pee all over it. What made this extra fun for everyone was that there was a house showing that afternoon.
No matter where we put our sunglasses, Titan seems to find them and enjoy them as a nice chew toy. He loves sunglasses!
It doesn’t happen too often, but every once in awhile I forget to close the bathroom door…
This is Atkins. Despite the fact that he is eight years old, he still believes that he is a puppy. One of his favorite things to do is pull everything he can out of any toy we bring home for him. Squeakers are his prized possessions and he will walk around with them proudly displayed hanging out of his mouth. He is not sorry, either. Rip countless stuffed toys.
When we first got Cassie, our Shar Pei/pit bull/pointer mix, it was almost a daily occurrence for her to destroy something. But I had to laugh when I looked out the window and saw she had dragged the broom over to her de-stuffed bed. Sign says: “I got the broom but Mommy still caught me before I cleaned up the mess I made. -Cassie”
I had explosive diarrhea on Mom’s favorite vintage coffee table. Not next to it, not beneath it, but on top of it. If Mom weren’t so busy being horrified she might be a little impressed.
– Disgustingly yours, Sherlock.
My three-legged rescue pit puppy Nona hates baths…but not as much as she LOVES mud! This time I caught her in the act and had to give her yet another bath! Sign reads: Mud is fun! (Especially right after a bath!) -Nona
“Guilty of chewing Mommy’s hand weights. I love her just the way she is! Love, Pastry”
Pastry, my Pit/Boxer mix, is an avid chewer of EVERYTHING left unattended. This time, my attempt at fitness was nipped in the bud.
