December 15th 2008 12:09 am
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I've been up to my old counter-surfing tricks again.
Mistress was thinking about how good I've been about not trying to take food off the table since we started raw, and suddenly CLANG CLANG! She heard something in the kitchen. She arrived in time to see sneaky old clever me standing on a chair finishing some left over oat meal. She yelled "hey!" and I got off the chair and hid under the table. When she sounds angry, I know something is wrong. But I couldn't quite place my paw on it.
She stood there a few minutes, seething in anger. Then she picked me up, and held me in front of the oat meal, which I started licking. She said "bad dog!" and I stopped. Okay. Got it. Sneaking food is bad. She kept me held up, as if testing me. I left the dish alone.
*whimper* I guess oat meal's off the menu.
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