And The Dog Ate The Cheese....

I just wrote about how our dog is my young'un.

This is a perfect example. The other day Girly came home from school. Son followed on her heels from his new and improved day job. The day before I had just bought a 2 lb. box of Velveeta.....not ready for the fridge yet.. Somehow, during the four hours Brewzer was home by himself he got the box of "processed cheese" off the kitchen counter. How he got up that far and that deep on the counter is a mystery. He does these things when no one is around to witness, so we have no idea if he has some spiritual assistance or superdog power. Son and Girly found the box in Brewzie's kitchen bed. The box top had been ate thru... as well as the aluminum wrapper. he didn't take a big teranasourus bite out of the cheese but licked a huge indentation into half of the brick. Probably about a quarter or third of the whole brick. Son was happy. His exalted in the thought that with that much cheese in Brewzer's system, he wouldn't have to clean the yard for at least a couple of days.

I. on the other hand was pissed at Brewzie Baby. When I got home I whopped him on his butt with the remainder brick of cheese, stuck it in his face, shouting "BAD DOG!!! NO_NO!!!". He was clueless. "Huh? You gonna give me the rest of that cheese?? Gosh, you're a great doggy-mom!".

I threw the remaining cheese away. He didn't get the rest of the cheese but he didn't get the point of the disciplinary action either.

Now on this Saturday night, he lies in his kitchen dog bed, safely tucked in by Girly (he has his own blanket) sleeping like the king of the hill. What a life.