And SO got a "hellloooo dumbo" : look. He left the gate to the downstairs open all night last night when he came upstairs after falling asleep on the couch at 2 am, giving Billie (aka Chewbaca Destructo) an all access pass to the house while we all snored.
Herself was sleeping on her pillow when I got up this morning and not a thing had been disturbed. I was so proud.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
Going to start showing these good dog threads to pitch. He can't be trusted 2 mins while I use the bathroom. I return today to find he shredded a diaper (clean) while I was gone...GRRR
Billie good job Girl!
Well, Billie has been Chewbaca Destructo lately. Her trail of destruction reads: one brand new pair of Nike socks (SO's), one Callaway golf cap (SO's), two pairs of regular socks (SO's), dings in my black Steve Madden heels, running off with my socks, eating a kleenex and a Kudos wrapper. SO leaves the closet door open, laundry on the floor instead of in the lidded hamper and stuff on the coffee table where she can reach it. I do not. The Steve Madden shoes was the last straw for me. I almost beat HIM with them. I would've had she done more than slight damage. :P
That's why I gave her the cookie this morning. I wanted to throw her a parade for being so good!