Tugboat had some new found freedom and did not handle it very well!
Celebrating my birthday on my own with my kids at their Uncle’s and my hubby away. I bought myself a very fancy, very expensive, cupcake for one. Butch got to it first. He didn’t leave a single crumb. Grrrr.
Sign reads: “Buried a rawhide chew in a planter. Not even remotely sorry.” Well, it appears that Terri is on a roll!
Lucy just can’t learn her lesson. She can go out the dog door to poop but she just can’t help herself and poops on the floor.
LuAnne the Basset decided she needed to use this blanket more than I did, and let me know this by barking in my face until I relinquished it. She is a burrower and apparently needed to burrow immediately. We still love her though.
“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. “
New Year’s Resolution
Dasha’s New Year’s Resolution: I refuse to poop outdoors. You don’t, so why would I?
Whenever Remi wants to play and Cooper isn’t in the mood and swats her away, she goes for his manhood and bites it to get his attention.
I like to wait for my owner to be painting a fine line before barking loud enough to make her jump and mess up! (I will do it again, too)
