My mini-schnauzer, Kosmo, has a really bad habit.... You think he would have learned his leasson on Thursday when he got in my Wal-Mart bag, OPENED the bag of Valentine hearts and ate half the bag. Then proceeded to throw up for literally an hour. (I spared y'all the picture of that one.) Then, I had my bag of goodies left over from the boys' Valentine parties in the living room and while I took the boys to school, guess who found the Blow Pops. Yep. Kosmo. The bad thing is I counted five sticks minus the candy and gum... Needless to say he is outside in the cold this morning... DO NOT feel bad for him.
The funny thing is we actually do have a smart dog. Her name is Annie. When I walked in and saw Kosmo with bits of Blow Pop all over his mouth and fur, Annie just crouched down on her belly and looked at me. As if to say..."I told that stupid puppy not to do that, but he didn't listen to me." Why? Why? Why do we have dogs?
