Part 1 of this battle appeared yesterday.
June’s second email to her daughter.
Part 2
Better change your bet,….He has eaten two or three meals with carrots mashed into them. I’m getting smarter and he can not separate the carrots from the chick-chick. (chicken and rice) Plus, I decided to fix the Little Shit and I mashed in some green peas. So the battle is 3 -3, but knowing him as I do, he’ll find a way to show me who’s boss.
He is chasing the kittens with so much vigor that I can hardly restrain him when we go outside the garage to get into the car. He can’t shuck his harness because I tighten it around his gut. That will fix him. He thinks I’m playing games…
Risa’s response is as funny.
Oh, Mother, this is one of your VERY BEST stories. I am still crying from laughing so hard. I can see it as it happened. My money is on Lou.
It made me laugh, too.
Comment if you have a vote. I'll try to get June to respond.
We have no idea how well those 4-legged people have us trained. He's just waiting.... As the former Person to four poodles and a mutt (and a cat), I was always surprised at how well they had me wrapped around their dew-claws. (Shouldn't have been by that time, but I always was!)
Are we smarter than 5th graders? Maybe. Are we smarter than out pets? Not likely. They sometimes let us think we are.
I love this! I live with a fuzzy ball dog and sneaky cat. They think they rule the roost at my house. They probably do.
You think you're fooling him huh. Just wait till he pees somewhere or chews something up. Then we'll see who won.
Dogs rule!
This really rang true for me as I live with my wee nieces and getting them to eat can be challenging.
Very cute, Mary.