My name is Ollie and I ate the last piece of my mom and dad’s favorite pizza and didn’t even ask. It was the only thing mom really wanted for dinner. I even licked the crumbs off the floor hoping they wouldn’t notice. I am so ashamed.
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In the twelve months I’ve been in my new home, this what I have destroyed:
12 – Window Blinds
11 – Scratched Doors
10 – Holes in the Ponds
9 – Toilet Roll Holders
8 – Kitchen Throw Rugs
7 – Pairs of Shoes
6 – Jacket Linings
5 – Golfing Hats
4 – Pairs of Glasses
3 – Crown Moldings
2 – Doggie Collars, and
The Carpet in the Master Bedroom!
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“I tore up Mom’s favorite rooster pillow. Tastes like chicken.”
Five-month-old Oakley, a Golden Pyrenees pup, could blame her dad for leaving her alone downstairs for just a few minutes, or she could blame Checkers, the old Golden Retriever in the room, but she takes full credit for destroying the chanticleer.
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