So my dog wakes me up every single day by first jumping on me and trying to stuff his wet nose in my face. I do a total blanket cover and command him to feck off. So he sets off in search of something that he knows I will immediately take away from him, thus ensuring my alertness and ability to dispense (very expensive) dog food.
My kitchen counters are pretty barren of dog-grabbable items. But he's resourceful, rooting in my purse for cigarettes, special pen, car keys, cellphone.
I sleep on my sofa. Bean has brought me a kitchen chair, a table lamp, etc. I'm used to it.
This morning, I heard his front feet hit the counter in the kitchen. When the claw-taps reach the living room, I open my eye to see the damnfool with a 10-inch chef's knife, the very tip of its handle gently clasped in his teeth.
How did that dog manage to slide the knife sideways from a wooden butcher block, then get off the counter without stabbing himself?
Huh??
My kitchen counters are pretty barren of dog-grabbable items. But he's resourceful, rooting in my purse for cigarettes, special pen, car keys, cellphone.
I sleep on my sofa. Bean has brought me a kitchen chair, a table lamp, etc. I'm used to it.
This morning, I heard his front feet hit the counter in the kitchen. When the claw-taps reach the living room, I open my eye to see the damnfool with a 10-inch chef's knife, the very tip of its handle gently clasped in his teeth.
How did that dog manage to slide the knife sideways from a wooden butcher block, then get off the counter without stabbing himself?
Huh??
And my kids were young when we got her, so they tortured her!
