Our youngest son, Duke, turned one last month. If you remember from what the vet told me here that we are halfway through his growth to being “a good dog”.
Well, I thought that a week after Christmas at the boarders would help him understand and it did until this morning.
You see this morning in the middle of my morning madness Duke decided he was hungry -
feeds them after she gets dressed and I guess she took to long because Duke helped himself to a half a loaf of whole wheat bread. Shelby
Yes, it is partially my fault. I put two pieces of bread into the toaster as I was running around trying to make lunches and dry my hair. I failed to put the bread all the way back on the kitchen counter. URGH! I was so angry at him this morning and he knew it.
Finally he came creeping into the bathroom and sat down at my feet. He looked up with his big sad eyes and I asked him “What do you have to say for yourself?” I kid you not; he looked up at me and burped.
Urgh that dog!