So is it feed a cold and starve a fever or starve a cold and feed a fever? Geez, I feel like crap. I’ve either got a cold, a sinus infection, or, um, I’m allergic to the dogs.
I’ve been dog-sitting since last Monday since the ex-Mother-in-law has been in the hospital. The ex-wife has been spending her days and nights with her Mom, so I’ve been staying at the house with the hounds.
In the two years I’ve been away, they’ve lost all the discipline I instilled in them…or tried to, anyway. I think I know why, though. When I’ve
yelled at discussed with Trey the reason I’m angry he does the following. He will sit up on his hind legs and hold his single front paw towards me as if to say, “Please, kind sir, do not be mad at me. I am but a simple dog. I try to follow the rules, but alas, it is just not in me to do so. Punish me as you see fit”. Yeah, like someone is going to discipline him after that show. He’s good at looking pitiful, let me tell you. And it works…every freakin’ time.