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January 16, 2006
regrets
Don't feel sorry for him. He pooped on the throw rug by the front door, spilled a glass of milk that was left on the end table by the couch, rummaged through one of the girls' backpack until he found a left over Snickers bar, and tipped over the trash can in the kitchen spilling coffee grinds and orange peels all over the floor. He can sit outside for an hour.
No use, Charlie Brown, looking at me through the patio door with those big brown eyes; it won't do you a bit a good. And you can stop that barely audible moan of yours. Well ok maybe you can come in after you have served 30 minutes, if your good.
Yes I see you there with you tail tucked under you. Well, the trash wasn't that bad to clean up. Heck, the floor needed a good scrubbing and mopping anyway. Ok, you can come in after 10 minutes.
It must be cold out there huh Charlie Brown. That candy bar was bad for you but you seem all right. And the milk cleaned up nice and there were no stains on the hard wood floor. Ok you can come in after 5 minutes.
What was I thinking? It is way too cold out there for you. I am the worst pet owner in the world. Daddy's sorry. Come here boy. Yes, him is a good dog, him is.
Posted by roadapples at January 16, 2006 07:55 AM
Cute picture. Usually, dogs get in trouble because humans make a mistake by leaving tempting treats. Heck, I'd eat a Snickers bar left on a table, too.
Posted by: Fred at January 16, 2006 01:28 PM
Now, Rapples - you can go outside and sit in the snow for an hour - just to show how regretful you are! :)
Posted by: Tjilpi at January 16, 2006 09:43 PM
You old softie!
Posted by: kenju at January 16, 2006 11:44 PM
AH! A man after my own Dog-loving heart.
Posted by: Clarence at January 17, 2006 02:20 AM
