Friday, March 13, 2015

One little dog on my bad list

Tonight we went to dinner at District Taco (best carnitas!) with our dear friend Chico from Guadalajara days a very long time ago. Jimmy, Chico and Mac dropped me off at home and went on to Mac's baseball practice at the batting cage. 

I entered the apartment to find my sweet little Leo waiting for me. But instead of barking and jumping around in excitement, he was slinking around with his ears all the way down. 

I've been a parent long enough to know that the children only act that guilty when they've done something really bad. 

Like knock over the trash can and rummage through all the contents. 

Like find the zip-loc bag of biscuits Mom threw away, shred the bag open, and eat the biscuits on the floor,

on the couch, and on top of Mom's favorite orange chair. 

And if the biscuits weren't enough, finish off the bag of Doritos on the couch. 

Make sure you save something for a bedtime snack in case the biscuits wear off.
 
This is one mad Mama tonight. I've now swept, vacuumed the floor and the furniture, put in a load of laundry to wash the sheets and towels we drape over the couch, and ignored one very poorly behaved pup, who will not be getting his peanut butter Kong at bedtime. 

Happy Friday night from my little monster and me!

1 comment:

The Stone Rabbit said...

Oh no. So BTDT with Sophie!

We ended up buying the Simple Human Butterfly Step trash can. It made a world of difference. It is dog proof! I know, who wants to spend so much on a friggin' trash can? Let me tell you, it was worth it!