Molly the suck up
Let me tell you something about this damn dog - she’s smart. She’s sucking up to Monica, probably because she knows it’s almost Christmas.
I get up at 5:30…FIVE FREAKIN’ THIRTY, to take her outside to do her business. See how nice of an owner I am? I get up early so the dog can go potty, instead of sleeping in. Then I give her a tasty dog biscuit (I’m assuming here, I haven’t tried them yet) when she goes poop, so I can brainwash her to make her not want to go in her crate or in the house. Then I take her back inside and give her breakfast.
I figured since she did her business outside I could trust her in the house while I got a shower. Instead of chewing on her bone or something, what does she do? She races upstairs and climbs into bed with Monica, and gets under the freakin’ covers. I get a shower and then come out, and call to her so I can take her for a walk. Is she gettin’ up? NOPE! Monica even tried to push her out of the bed and she still wouldn’t get up. She finally did get off the bed, but then jumped right back up and got under the covers again. Yeah, that dog wasn’t going anywhere.
I see how it is now. No matter how many biscuits I get, that dog is a momma’s girl. Like I said, too many females in this house!
