Gross Things Your Dog Will Do #394

--> Munch on the Toilet Brush.

(hey Daddy, wait till you come home for a ripe smoochie!)

Snackies

[Nyam nyamm nyammy!]

To make up for coming in early from a morning walk (5 minutes in, it started to rain -- H. bore it for another 5 minutes before deciding the jacket was too thin), Emily got her tender lamb chewy a couple hours early today.

She also will have chicken strips on top of her normal dogfood (as we had whole chicken roast last night, and H. collected all the choice bits).

What nyummy things did you eat today?

H. is in the mood for pierogis, but probably won't be able to find it easily, and will have to make do with nabbing M.'s gleeful burrito stash. Poor dude.

Yes, marriage means all your foodies are belong to me.

(mwee hee hee)

Thank God The Internets don't Smell

You probably wouldn't know from looking at her, but Emily has the stinkiest farts this side of the Noordzee. Stealthy, too.

Puppy: asleep under the coffee table.
Us: vegging w/ TV.

Then, wafting up, the smell of a dozen vengeful skunks.

H&M bow before her smelly superiority.

Obvious Title Omitted for the Rude Factor

[Emily's Kingdom]

A good puppy parent would say "No!" take away her loot, and drag puppy butt back into the living room where she belongs. H. had to record it for blog posterity.
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Emily is currently chomping on her tripe rolly, using my bare foot as a snacking table.

Basket Cases

The Emily Mobile! (powered by Mommy pedals)

[And I can play innit, too]
The black cover had gaps wide enough for Emily to poke her head out and jump (since she believes she can fly). Mommy's crafting skills make it harder to escape -- really useful when the bike is moving.

[Hippy Space Dome]

It hooks over the handlebars -- M. got the headlight removed, and taped around the bars so it wouldn't wobble. We bring the basket inside after we park the bikes. Turns out, Emily loves goofing in baskets.

[Sorting through the recycling]