Biggs was bad today, even with his muzzle on.
We were walking and somehow he was able to grab onto a slice on pizza on the street. Why people throw garbage on the floor when there is a trash bin not three feet away is beyond me?
I was not going to stick my hand anywhere near his mouth when he’s chewing, of course, but I managed to get him to shake off the pizza. However, he still managed to get something crunchy in his mouth.
Then he starts choking. And I’m thinking, this is all I need, for this dog to choke to death. Arrgh!
I took off the muzzle. He cleared his throat and seemed to be fine.
Then when we get upstairs he got into our garbage can and ate a tissue.
That was it.
He’s in the dog house. He is punished and maybe … .maybe… if I calm down in an hour or so, he can come out before I leave for the office. If not, tough. Right now I have no sympathy for him. The dog house it is.
A hell of a way to start Saint Patrick's Day.
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