give a dog a chance ya know....
i tried to let abby sleep outside of her crate because i felt like i had really been reaching her all week....kind of like the dog wheeesperer...she made it through the night just fine, or so i thought...i wake up with her licking my freaking face, then go into the kitchen to find remains of what seemed to be digested dog food in the form of feces.... i couldnt really rub her nose in it because she wouldnt understand, she'd be like "why are you rubbing my nose in my poop, thats grose", and i would say "because im trying to teach you a lesson abby, its not appropriate to poop in the middle of the kitchen", and then she would say "well, andy, im a dog, its what i do"...and then we would just walk away from eachother both upset at the whole situation... so now, i need to clean poop up before becky and david get home...ugh.
neat story aye???
PROTECT THE CAVES!
