Scours the floor for little rocks...which the kind folks who surround me track in with alarming regularity. The small ones he simply devours. The larger ones he chomps and crunches and drools over until he gets someone's attention and they exclaim, "Trade!"
Then he drops his tasteless morsels and hurries over for a softer, friendlier snack. I think we have created a monster.
He does it with hats he steals too.....and towels.....
He's nabbed two biscuits off me in the last five minutes.
Never a dull moment!
ReplyDeleteSometimes i really miss not having a puppy around.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me why not.
Shirley. this is true. lol
ReplyDeleteJan, yeah, there is something to be said about having a puppy....but it is not printable on a family blog. lol
Hmmm . . . well . . better rocks than his own poopy ;)
ReplyDeleteIsn't spoiling dogs the reason we were put on this earth ?
Cathy, if it is, then this dog is a serious beneficiary. He is such a brat. lol
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