She knows it
And she knows I know it
And, quite frankly, she doesn't care
What you are looking at, dear internet people, is the face of a serial bread thief.
No pun intended, but, come on...bread...serial...cereal...haha
A few months back, very out of the blue, my good little dog who wants nothing more out of life than to just not be in trouble, started counter surfing. It's all very weird and a long story, but the result is that Kate is crated when no one is home. Another very weird and long story has to do with a room mate who is anti-crating and me being a bad dog-mom. Readers Digest Version: I left her out of her crate for a test run. She knocked over the gate to downstairs and helped herself to some Hawaiian bread on the counter.
I'll fax you $20 if you can guess who'll be in her crate tomorrow!
Yeah, I'm irritated. Yeah, I'm frustrated. Yeah, I talk about Kate behind her back.
But she gets to do her thang, bread belly and all...
Maybe she's trying to talk me into an Atkins Diet.