A story about giving the dog a bone.
More like: Give Me a Break!
Photo by Milli on Unsplash
I get a text message from BW earlier this afternoon:
“Bring home some dog bones or something to keep the dog entertained - she’s bored”
Wait. What?
Now I have to make sure the dog is entertained at all times? Nope. Nope. Nope.
Now before we get to ahead here I can understand where she’s coming from: the dog thinks the child’s room is a buffet or a toy box for bored dogs and I have to say the magic markers are disappearing at an astronomical rate so I get what BW wanted to do with a diversion tactic.
Still. The dog can deal.
The easier fix? Close the door to the child’s bedroom, or even better yet: pick up the stuff off the bedroom floor but nobody listens to dear old Dad when he suggests room cleaning might be a way to prevent magic marker theft from our four legged friend.
The magic markers must smell nice or something, as she goes after those the most. Earlier this evening I caught the dog with a magic marker walking out of the child’s bedroom with the crayon in her mouth.
Busted. Ha! I’ll show her who’s boss.
The dog, I meant.
We all know BW is the real boss around here.
Always be entertained,
TH and Co.