Cards going to World Series - Barney celebrates
I had just finished a bowl of cereal this morning and was in the process of leaving Maggie out side, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Barney grab a hugh buttermilk donut off my plate - neither dog has ever grazed before in spite of batches of home-made bread or cookies cooling on the counters. I guess he was just too excited over their victory. Mean old man that I am, I promptly removed the donut, still intact, but completely inside his cavernous mouth, and pitched it.  (Now we both feel guilty). |
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I would've ate it-- that's how you really teach them a lesson. 
Bear regularly drinks out of cups that I leave on the coffee table. Most of the time, I remember to put them out of his reach but on the occasion I set something down, I'll catch him gulping. He loves soda. At least it's diet so it won't be bad for his teeth! And yes, I do still drink it. |
| Eeeewwwwwwww.
I mean, kisses on the lips are one thing..... |
Lol. At that point, what's the difference? At least the spit is diluted in my drink.  |
| I made waffles the other night and Bentley was lapping up the batter from the bowl.
Yeah, I still made more waffles. It was the last of the malted waffle mix . . . |
| gaaack |
I can hardly bring myself to give Penny a kiss on her nose!!! much less ... i think im gonna be sick 
Shannon |
 You guys are killing me. I have to admit I've never eaten ANYTHING pip has gotten to. Although he did take a lick of Mike's milk once and I scolded him and then... let mike drink from it.. I'm evil sometimes. |
floofdog wrote: I made waffles the other night and Bentley was lapping up the batter from the bowl.
Yeah, I still made more waffles. It was the last of the malted waffle mix . . .
Don was making pancakes last weekend, left the kitchen to call us, came back and found some batter on Dixie's nose.... 
He only told us AFTER we ate...  |
| When Bailey was just a little guy we were all sitting out by the pool drinking margaritas. Bailey came up behind me and started licking the salt off the rim of my glass. I looked at my my margarita, looked at my puppy, then said "what the hell" and drank it anyway. My girlfriends - all dog owners - just laughed. They had been wondering how long it would take me to get over my fear of dog spit. Never waste a good margarita! |
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