I'm obviously not the later of the two...
Since we "chatted" last, I've decided it is simply unacceptable for Blondie to eat the new chicken soup cuisine three times a day. Seeing as she's determined not to miss a morsel, this new ruling has presented some issues. I have no other alternative other than to put Blondie outside while Precious eats in peace. You can imagine how that goes over...
Well, I wasn't born yesterday, so I crafted my own devious plan when feeding time rolled around.
"Hey Ben, would you put Blondie outside, please?"
I knew I was about to get that roll of the eyes "why don't you do it" sort of thing, so I continued...
"She hates going outside, especially when she knows Precious is getting ready to eat. Since you don't like her anyways, I was thinking you could be the mean one and put her out. She can hate you, and then I'll be the hero and let her back in"
That was followed by a quick, "You have got to be kidding me!"
I wasn't kidding, nor did I pass up my oportunity to be the hero some short minutes later.
"Aww, you poor baby! That was so mean of Uncle Ben to put you outside! Don't worry, mommy is here now!"
Yeah, okay, so I can't stand up to my own dog, but when was being a "good cop" such a bad thing afterall?
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