Well, the first thing I did after crying for my lost mom and siblings for the 2 hour ride home was to go into my new home and poop on the rug. A good beginning. My new parents had everything for me. And I was loved, especially by my dad who slept in the family room with me for the first 6 weeks taking me out to pee or poo every two hours until I was sleeping through the night. And I went to him every day to work, which was very scary at first. Riding in a car .... in a crate. I hollered and hollered but it didn't do any good. But there was a nice lady at work who eventually taught me everything I learned, who thought I was very smart, and would share her breakfast with me. Another person under my spell. Can you see how I've trained my dad even though I was a youngster?
Dad stands zero chance. My dog Heathcliff goes everywhere with me too. Since I no longer work, if I get out of the car to get gas, he barks at me until I get back in. A woman at the gas station said, "Can anyone say spoiled?" Wigglebutt, have mercy on the poor dumb animal.
ReplyDeleteSteve, it's can anyone *spell* spoiled (lol). WBDYP
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