So.
At one end of the sofa, we have The Infernal Miss Puppy.
On the other end, The Boy.
One of them has a brownie on a plate.
The other has an entire bag of Carob and Peanut Butter Kitty and Mailman cookies.
Guess who got the brownie?
You would have been impressed -- it was an elaborate stealth maneuver featuring the ability to scoot backwards on the sofa without once looking at the brownie until it was in snurf range ("snurf" -- the unique sound Miss Puppy makes when she inhales some type of food she knows she is forbidden to touch, either because it involves a splintery bone, chocolate, or simply belongs to someone else. Your dog probably has a similar noise . . . ).
The Boy just rolled his eyes. He decided he would rather have a smoked sausage on a bun anyway.
Spoiled Brat on the Loose . . .
Posted by Anne at Friday, August 05, 2005
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"Oh, look! I have a brownie on my butt! How did that happen? I guess I will be forced to LICK IT OFF RIGHT NOW! OH! YUM! YUM! YUM!"
She's only being polite.
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