Bad boy still gets the love

Isn’t he lovely?


Last night K and I went to town center for ice cream and what a good idea it was! Festive atmosphere (tho many masks in evidence and people eating on benches and widely-spaced picnic tables outdoors), a beautiful sky with the last light of day glowing along treetops, and delicious sweet fatty goodness.

Look what we found upon our return! The treat tin, mangled and empty. The minute I picked it up off the floor, Finn slunk up the stairs, guilty. I still yelled, “GODDAMMIT FINN!” after his low-slung retreat to drive home my disapproval.

And yet this morning (and you have to love this about dogs), hope springs eternal. He thinks I’m gonna play FIND IT with him anyway — you know, the game where I fling treats around the backyard and tell him to, “Find it”? The game that is announced by a distinctive shake of a treat-filled tin can?

Need I add that he got his game? His treats flung? I take this less as a sign of pathetic will power on my part and more of a recognition that continued punishment after a night’s sleep was not likely to be meaningful.

9 thoughts on “Bad boy still gets the love

  1. Joanne in Maine

    DOGS- gotta love them!!!!! Mine would chew a hole in his favorite toys and then drop them in my lap- saying with raised brows- FIX THIS???

  2. Nancy

    Ooh that Finney-Boy! I’m glad he was able to digest all of those treats 🙂 And here I thought he’d calmed down since his early days.

  3. RainSluice

    oh that Finn’s face through the door!!!
    Today our little Jazz-Bear (I think we’ve decided on “Jasmine”) discovered she can fit through the “cat door” in the gate we bought. sigh… she was SO proud of herself! This is the first sign of personality she’s revealed. There she sat in the living room where she had peed yesterday, but on a different rug, and sitting so perfectly 🙂 🙂 as though to say,”Me? bad again, ever”?


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