We had just went to the county fair and bought 3 different flavours of fudge. The fudge was in a bag on my husbands nightstand (hiding it from the kids). I returned home from shopping to find fudge all over my house. Our Boston Terrier/Pomeranian mix named Pudge had gotten into it and apparently preferred the Rocky Road to the Salted Carmel and Peanut Butter because that one was nearly gone. Pudge loves Fudge!
My mommy lets me run around really early every morning (5:30am) so I can get my energy out. Today, I met a new friend that is black and white. It sprayed me and then I decided it was time to go back to my apartment. My mommy knew what happened by the smell, but I rolled around in her bed anyway. My mommy locked me up in my crate and put me outside. By 8:30, my mommy has visited Walmart twice for supplies to get the smell out of our apartment. Am I ashamed? No, but I would like to go back in. She says no.