September 30, 2003

When A Good Dog Goes Wild

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I go away for less than an hour to cut some firewood up the valley. "What could he get into" I say as I think how well Tsuga has learned his way around the house, how responsive he's become to our wishes, how grown up.

Little could I have known that as soon as he heard the truck crossing the creek, he was in the pantry having himself a grand ol' time. And no, he doesn't get in the Milwalkee's Best. He goes straight for the Killians I save for special occasions. Like Wednesdays, for instance. And worst of all, he didn't even bother to chill it and is drinking it right out of the bottle. I thought I'd trained him better than that. What is a father to do?

Posted by fred1st at September 30, 2003 07:46 PM | TrackBack
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Hey, maybe he just likes his ale at room temperature, like the Brits. He does, however, have excellent taste, and for that you should give him another round.

Posted by: Curt at September 30, 2003 11:51 PM

We can't set down a beer bottle or mug within Harley's reach...he loves the stuff.

I can't believe that Harley is a year old today. He'll enjoy a rib eye for din-din...of course he'll expect another tomorrow. *G*

Posted by: feste at October 17, 2003 06:49 PM

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