Oops, we ate it! Burp, belch, urp...a few doggies indescretions to confess

We was asked by our dear, little, baby doggie friend, Miss Sierra Rose, to tell all and expose to the world what we have eatin' that our momma didn't specifically give to us for dining purposes. We will go in the order of age before beauty, although momma says that both of us are the most beautiful dogs in the whole, wide world.

Scout when he was first adopted six years ago

I, Scout da 'triever, must admit that inside the house I have been known to enjoy a snack of paper napkins or nose tissue (used is the best and most tasty), as well as nummy-licious cat poopies! Oh, those cat poopies are just so delightful and enjoy-a-menting! I have also, but not often, grabbed a little lick of whatever momma is eatin' at the time if she needs to leave the room for a moment. Not wanting to be totally exposed, I only lick a little here and lick a little there leaving the bulk of momma's meal on the plate - well, maybe it looks a little different, but it is still there☺ Now, if you wanna ask me about hole diggin' that would be another and different story. I am doggy - hear me ROAR!

I, Freyja, being the youngest, and the only one of us who momma raised from a little baby, also finds great enjoyment when I can snack on a cat turd now and then. Our momma does everything she can to prevent us from nibbling on the cat-tootsie-rolls, but me, being furry large, I can use my strong paw to turn covered litter boxes around so that dining may take place much like a kitty-rocha buffet (without the sneeze guards). Momma has cat toilets behind doors, in the bathtub and under furniture, but me an' Scout, we find 'em and we do our best to snack on 'em, YUM!

Freyja, her first week at home

When I was a wee baby I would eviscerate my stuffies. First I would make them blind by pulling out their eyeballs so they couldn't see what I was doing to them. Then I'd get rid of the arms and legs so they couldn't crawl away to safety from my puppy jaws. Finally, I'd go for the belly and totally remove all of the guts flinging them willy-nilly all over the room. Boy, I sure loved to do that. But now I don't take so much of a thrill by killing my stuffies and just play with them nicely - oh...all right, I do pull off an eye every now and then just for old time's sake - some habits are so hard to break.☺

On occasion, and just because I am tall enough to do so, I have been found shopping in the kitchen sink after momma's dinner and before the dishes are washed. To my utter delight I have found some really good snacks in there that my momma overlooked as she finished her meal. However, and I don't know why, momma now remembers to scrape her perfectly good treats into the garbage disposal before she leaves the room utterly foiling my after dinner sink perusings.

Outside of the house if a new planting of momma's looks like it isn't going to make it and that it might be dying a miserable death, I will pull it out of the ground to end its misery. I am a furry com-paw-ssionate dog, you see. Sometimes when momma finds the dead bodies she tries to put them back into the dirt creating further suffering for the little, green vegetation. Not wanting to point out to momma that she is not being humane, I wait until she goes back into the house and again remove the little guy from its life support in the dirt. That usually completes the circle of life - and death - and momma gives up her efforts to continue plant sufferings in our backyard.

Well, that is about all we have to confess. We know that some doggies eat lots of things that cause their humans to scream and holler and moan and groan but so far we haven't seen that response from our momma. Oh sure, the occasional PEE-EWW when there is a cat roll dropped on the bathroom floor because we were caught in the act of making our selection from the kitty-catty toilet, but that's about the extent of her most horrible reaction, other than her shoving us away when we want to kiss and make up☺

We will now pass this reward on to:

• "Multum In Parvo"...with a Cinnabon tail. We have a feeling that this little Pug really has some stories to tell about his midnight snackings.
• Anna, the German Shepherd Dog, who just turned one year old. We've seen her true confessions and will bet money (or two cat turds) that she is gonna have a long, long list of trans-grrressions to tell about.
• Ruby and Penny, two, little Dachshunds who l☺☺k like they may just be double the fun when it comes to checking out the best places to have a good time.
• The 'splorin' Wolfies. These two are tall, fast, gorgeous, and just the right amount of fun, to think of some excellent goodies to exercise those larger-than-normal jaws!
• Golden Boy, Luke. We don't know if Luke has ever been a bad boy. In fact, we don't think he ever has - but there just might be a little something in his past that he hasn't shared with his rescue momma!

Now, this is the rules for this award:

1. "When accepting this award, you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching.
2. If you have never stolen any food, you must have been a really good pup!
3. You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward!
4. Next add the logo of this award to your blog (optional), then nominate at least 5 other furry blogs and let them know by leaving a message on their blogs."

Most of all HAVE FUN! This is a good time to spend some quality huggin' and kissin' (unless you eat cat poop like us) with your human.