Willy has become firmly convinced that the crack between the stove and the countertop is the fount of all treatsy goodness. If his intellect rose above that of a two year old, he'd probably start worshipping the crack as "the-god-that-gives".
Today, he has been obsessed with the crack. At increasingly frequent intervals, he has run over crying, begging and even pawing at the crack for a treat. I thought he was crazy, especially since there has been almost no cooking in the last day and a half, so no random half-done sausage bits or sauteed carrots.
Just as I was making fun of him for begging, once again, at the crack, I looked and in the far recesses was a lone spaghetti noodle. Looks like he's not so dumb after all.
1 comment:
Ahhh the dog, natures vacuum cleaner.
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