Mom changed my name tonight. I wish that I could turn back time and do things over. I don't think it was really MY fault. How could I resist?? Mom was working on the Christmas cookies tonight. One batch was in the oven and another was on the counter. When Mom went out to check on the laundry, I decided to do some quality assurance. Someone needs to make sure they taste ok, right? Dad's gotta go to work in the middle of the night, so he's sleeping. That leaves me, right?? Just trying to help! I jumped up on the counter and tasted one. OH MY GOSH!! It was SO good that I tried another. And another and anotherandanother...
I think I got down 9 before the moment when my world changed.
I heard the door close, but things happened so fast, I just couldn't stop it! Mom walked in and saw my feet on the counter. Then she saw me hoovering up one last cookie. She said my name (or bellowed. Whatever.) and I froze. Uh oh. I knew it wasn't going to be good. I knew I was gonna get in trouble. I knew there was a chance that my life was over. I saw my entire puppy-hood flash before my eyes. I even saw my first raiser. I felt it. Mom grabbed my collar. I was SO stunned that I got caught that I hadn't even jumped down yet - either that, or Mom was so mad she was lightening fast!
I've worked on food refusal training.
I've done puppy push ups.
I've done long down stays.
I've done long sit stays.
I've ignored hairy cookie dough on the floor.
I've ignored hairy cookie dough placed on my foot.
I am now scared spitless of cookie dough.
Mom has changed my name to That Damn Dog. I liked Poppy better.
I will never counter surf again.
I will never counter surf again.
I will never counter surf again.
Mom emailed Santa and told him I was bad. I think my stocking will be empty this year. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't do that again. Do you think that Santa is like Judge Judy? Will he have some pity on me if I show remorse? (Cause I'm showing lots of it!) I am so sorry that I was bad! I will not do it again.
I will never counter surf again.
I will never counter surf again.
I will never counter surf again.
Can you please email Santa and let him know that I will never do that again?? Maybe if Santa's inbox is flooded with emails saying I am a good girl, he won't leave me a lump of coal. Or a nylabone that I can't chew.
Thanks for the help.
Love and Licks,
That Damn Dog
PS Could you ask Santa to at least give me my name back? I am much more Poppy-ish.
I will never counter surf again.
I will never counter surf again.
I will never counter surf again.
In Memory of my sweet Cricket
6 years ago
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6 comments:
Pooor Poppy, Victoria knows just how you feel, after she finished my dinner for me one night.Has only tried again once. :)) I think Santa will look at your adorable face,and everything your mom has said will leave his mind. :))
Poppy, oops, I forgot you have a new name, anyway. You have no idea how much I needed a laugh this morning. So, I know you were bad, and I know you're in trouble, and I know your trainer was really really angry, but I'm gonna let Santa know that I got such a kick out of this post and really really a good laugh, so something good can come from just about anything, right? In fact, I like this story so much, I'm going to share it on my blog. And, since I'm like, what, a Blogger aunt, I don't have to be mad right? I can giggle and say silly girl, right? Hehehe!!!! Oh, don't take my glee as an excuse to do it again though, ok? Hope you don't get any coal.
Uh oh, there is a word verification for comments now. That's not good. wish me luck in being able to post this.
Well, T.D.D., you can join Cabana in the dog house! But I've often heard your raiser say it's usually the humans' fault, not the pups'. Ouch, them are hard words to swallow sometimes, and they go down much rougher than cookie dough! We'll put in a good word for you with Santa. After all, you've got the best excuse in the world--you're a puppy!!
Poppy! As bad as I feel for you, I do think that it is a good thing that you are in trouble. If you are going to grow up and be a guide dog you can't be snacking on cookie dough.
Thanks for the laugh though! I am sure in the next two days Santa will remember that all your good deeds out weigh this BAD one.
T.D.D. (Hey that sounds like some Rapper name...) I think you just need to give Santa the "puppy eyes". :) It alway works!
Mimi, You are so right! TOTALLY Mom's fault and not mine! That means Santa can visit me and not her! I know she was mad that I broke her trust and that makes me sad. I'm even more sad that it means more tie down time for me! Bummer!
I'll make sure that Santa knows my side of the story! Hopefully, he'll pull something outta that sack for me!
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