This is how living with my gorgeous golden retriever can be.
My oldest, Thing 1, would like me to make mention of the thematic irony of the photo: the lighter side of the image is the truth, the darker side is the guilt. Do you see him hiding behind the chair? He did not want to stop.
Funny, that 83-pound ball of fur. We do love him so.
Ps– here is Murphy’s first post ever: The Places I Go and Then Have to Leave
I’m thinking about you so I thought I’d stop by and say hi… how are you? I hope you have happy in your weekend, too.
Amy!!!!! How are you? I miss you! I’m doing well; just came back from a girl’s night out. I played “LCR” for the first time ever and lost money but I met some nice people, so I didn’t lose at all, did I? 🙂
I hope you are doing great. Xo
Hah, our Bernese mountain dog used to do the same! What do they see in the toilet paper that makes them ruin it, that will be a mistery for me!
I don’t get it, it’s the oddest thing. He does this with tissues too, but mostly “plucks” those as if plucking a waterfowl. Genetic … It must be something in the genes. Insanity is genetic, isn’t it? 🙂
I am afraid we have to accept all dogs’ hobby on paper.
Yes, we will. They won’t tell us anything and so we will have to accept them anyway. 🙂