She is part Terrier and part Dachshund dog - and very smart... sometimes too smart for her own good.
She is currently staring at me in stunned disbelief that I didn't give her any people food tonight. She rolled over, she lay down and whined, she tried the Jedi cuteness mind tricks - nothing worked. I'm sure her doggy brain is trying to figure out how that could possibly happen. I would think this very comical if I didn't know that some form of heinous fuckery was afoot in a revenge pooping somewhere in my future...
Another thing to note is that the ice maker on the fridge is so loud when set to the 'crushed ice' mode that it causes Little Dog to yelp and pee wherever she happens to be in the house, so no crushed ice anymore - only cubes.
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