Ollie's REALLY in the dog house with his dad ... he picked his pocket and shredded $27. Scott's not happy and Ollie won't look either one of us in the face. He jumped up on the couch with me and immediately buried his face into the pillows. He stayed there until Scott left the room and then he starts trying to get on me on his side by kissing me wildly. I've got his number and he's sulking no...w because Scott would not take him to bed early with him per usual. My boys are not happy campers and each feels he's the injured party. Me? I'm just glad it wasn't something of mine he destroyed this time. Oh, Ollie boy, what are we going to do with you? You get plenty of walks ... we play fetch constantly with you ... you are cuddled, snuggled, loved & given lots of attention ... and still you prove yourself to be the master of cleverness to pull this off this caper right under our noses as you sat next to Scott watching tv so quietly. Add pickpocket to your resume and a very good one at that. Oh my golly Ollie ........ more crate time for you in your future. You've proven you can't be trusted and you aren't quite six months old. I don't want to think what your teen years will be like ... Stay tuned.
Ollie's In The Dog House!
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