I Got Played By the Dog
I got played by the dog.
Blue has been with us for two months.
She is settling in nicely.
Last night, at about 5:00, she did a happy dance by her bowl.
It was time for dinner.
She ate voraciously, as if she hadn’t been fed in a week.
Soon after she finished eating, Bob walked in and said, “I already fed her.”
Seriously?
I got played by the dog.
She manipulated Second Dinner out of me.
I sat her down and explained that she will destroy her girlish figure if she keeps this up.
She just smiled and wagged.
She has no regrets.
She’ll do it again if she gets the chance.
She won’t get the chance.
I’m on to her now.