Sixth Sense

The little dog has a sixth sense. Otherwise how would she know we are going away for Thanksgiving so that she could ignore her dinner so that Otter could eat it so that she could be sick because she was so hungry?

Silly little dog. Fortunately, through the miracle of olive oil and a really nasty smelling (but apparently incredibly tasty) dog treat crumbled up and mixed into a bowl of dog food, we’re all good now.

Of course, she’s punishing us right now by not hanging with us in the living room. Silly little dog!

If dogs could swear out loud...

P.S. Hi KP! Don’t forget: January comes before summer most years.