I would say that about 90
percent of the time, I am a fabulous pet. I don't pee or poop inside
the house, I let the humans know when I have to go and they simply
let me out to do my business. I don't beg or try to steal food when
they're not looking either. I just sit and mind my own business let a
good dog. I never get into anything when they are not home, I don't
pee or poop when they're gone either. Instead, I hold it in until
they come home. Now give or take, I may dribble some when they walk
in the door but I can't help that I get so excited to see them! They
don't mind that though. I play nicely with the kids and always sleep
when they do rather than keeping them up, not to mention I am one of
the best cuddlers in the whole world. Now, there is one thing I am
not so proud of. Kaylee and Nate hate when I do this and I feel bad
about it afterwords but in the moment I'm just so energetic it just
overcomes me. Sometimes, when the gate in the backyard is open, and I
smell or see something I want I chase after it. I chase and chase
until I lose track of whatever interested me is gone. Then after that
I always find other things I'm curious about. So naturally, I just
keep wondering around and getting into things all over the
neighborhood. Not to long after I get lose by the way, Kaylee and
Nate find out or see me run for freedom and they chase after me in
rage. They try their best to lure me in with my leash or a treat but
in that moment, nothing interests me other than why I left in the
first place. They try to run after me and tackle me even but I am
just too fast. It's so fun and I feel like it's a game, but I don't
think they feel the same way unfortunately. Eventually I let them
catch me so they don't get so mad they don't want me anymore, even
though I don't think they would ever do that. So they catch me, scold
me thoroughly, and we head back to the house. We're all wore out,
they're angry, and I'm both guilty and happy with my adventure.
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