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Lee R
12 years ago
That’s too funny. In a destructive sort of way. Did that used to be a couch?
“Who, me?” I love Max! What a handsome devil. Was that a crate pad in its former life?
In related news, I woke up at 5am Sunday morning to Batman licking my toes. As I slowly emerged from my slumber, it dawned on me, “Hey, wait, he should be in his crate right now… Uh-oh…” Sure enough, he had escaped his crate overnight, gotten into my training bag, shredded two plastic bags of treats and chews and eaten the contents, and had strewn about training toys, collars, bug spray and water bottles all over the house. Meanwhile, he’s licking my feet, giving me the “Mess? I see no mess.” face.
Do you think they’re in it together? They are brothers after all…
That’s too funny. In a destructive sort of way. Did that used to be a couch?
He did his first Stuff-ectomy.
He actually has that same “I’m proud of myself” smile that I seen on Funny.
Oh Max, what did you do??!!
Looks like he loves his Jolly Ball.
“Who, me?” I love Max! What a handsome devil. Was that a crate pad in its former life?
In related news, I woke up at 5am Sunday morning to Batman licking my toes. As I slowly emerged from my slumber, it dawned on me, “Hey, wait, he should be in his crate right now… Uh-oh…” Sure enough, he had escaped his crate overnight, gotten into my training bag, shredded two plastic bags of treats and chews and eaten the contents, and had strewn about training toys, collars, bug spray and water bottles all over the house. Meanwhile, he’s licking my feet, giving me the “Mess? I see no mess.” face.
Do you think they’re in it together? They are brothers after all…
Bwwhahahhahahaha!!!!!
“Mom, you gonna clean this place up or what?”
Did you miss schutzhund training or something?