Can you see Jackson here?
We got the couch first, but I think Missy just shed enough on it to make it match.
Thank you all for you compliments about Missy. I don’t think I’ll tell her; she’s quite conceited enough!
Bernie, the big black hairbag of a border collie mix, got into the guest room when my daughter came here and ate most of her chocolate Santa. Daughter’s fault for leaving the door open and the Santa down low.
MIL’s cairn terrier is way too short to get to the tables of goodies, so she only got what she was given, as far as we know.
Well, the dog had the right idea… he just needed to learn to mix the ingredients in the proper order.
Yes! Haha - he found the place to be. Now if only he can sit perfectly still for hours, he may be able to fool the birds…
I can so relate to the OP. My dog is, no surprise, a beagle. I should have been suspicious when he wasn’t under my feet as we were unwrapping presents, as he usually goes nuts any time I am out of sight. (Separation anxiety, you think?) I finally realized he was not around and sprinted for the (finished) basement, where we had eaten Christmas dinner.
Yep. He had taken the secured trash can down and scattered the contents about. I picked up the mess and went back upstairs to rejoin the family. Boomer Ostragoth followed, and within about 5 minutes, deposited about a pint of barf on the living room carpet.
Evidently not everyone cleaned their plates.
Ho, ho, friggin’ ho.