posted by Sun T. on Sep 5
It wouldn’t be a home without the child sneaking random pieces of food to the dog. I have discovered whey the dog can’t leave my son alone when he is eating. How can he? Tasty morsels PURPOSELY thrown on the floor for me to eat? Dog heaven, right? At least it’s not anything toxic to Coby. Cheerios, rice, and an occasional noodle… although the noodles are given sparingly. My son likes them too much to waste them on purpose. Honestly, I think it’s okay because it is building a trust between them.
posted by Sun T. on Mar 2
My son and my dog both decided that it was okay to take off running out the door the second I turned my back. I mean, literally like me turning around in a circle. I saw the horror of my son opening the door and the dog taking off like a shot out of a pistol. My husband had to grab him and I went after my son who shot to the right as the dog went left.
My son didn’t get punished for running, though. Why? Because he realized the repercussions of his actions: we could never see Coby again. He cried and freaked out and watched at the window waiting for his father to hopefully return with Coby. Thankfully, Coby is a poo sniffer *ew* or my husband may never have caught up with him.
posted by Sun T. on Feb 2
The more I have to be meaner than normal to my dog, the worse I feel. He hasn’t growled at Taz *my son* any more…but he is jealous. He keeps trying to take Taz’s red bean bag chair for his own. It’s annoying. I wish I could take Coby out for a looooong walk every single day so he wouldn’t be so full of pent up energy.
On to the subject of the day : Furry Friday.
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