Molly has that rare ability to give me the third degree that would have made Sam Spade proud. I had gone to get pizza last night and then I dropped by my Mom's house to take her the leftovers. My Mom still has a couple of dogs and one of them is a real attention hound. I feel kind of bad for the little guy so I gave him belly rubs until I thought my hand was going to fall off.
I came home immediately after that and that was when Molly pounced. As soon as I walked in the door she raised her nose and started sniffing. She is like "Why do I smell pizza? I smell other dogs on your clothes? You had pizza and were with other dogs? How could you?" I had to pay her off with pizza crust and I immediately took a shower to try to erase the smell of other dogs. I think all is forgiven.
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