I was in the doghouse yesterday. I woke up and I was not feeling great but since I bailed on Sable’s walk Saturday I promised her I would take her Sunday. I sat up and asked her if she was ready to go for a WALK and that was all I needed to say. She was ready to go. I got dressed, put my messy hair in a ponytail and tied my tennis shoes. I brushed my teeth while she dance around running between the bathroom and the door about 10 times, I am sure it was more, but I stopped counting. I grabbed her leash and the car keys opened the door and it was…raining.
I cannot explain the look I got from Sable. So I put down my keys and took her to the back door and walked her around the back yard area. She was tossing me glares the whole time. I think I saw her muttering her lips were moving…maybe she was snarling.
Damn, and it looks like she won't even look at you in this pick.
ReplyDeletethe human has learned not to tell me were going to the park until were already there.
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