I have a dog, who unfortunately could not make the move with us to North Dakota, named L'il Brudder. I hope that he'll be able to join us soon but Eric wishes he'll stay with my brothers. I'm very lucky to have loving brothers who love and take care of my L'il Brudder. As much as I love Brudder, he is trouble. I think he chooses not to obey commands because he 100% understands them but won't follow through. He also loves to try and sneak food off of plates. He waits patiently until your attention leaves your food and he slowly moves toward it hoping to get a lick of the plate. One day I noticed Brudder was being a little too quiet. That's never a good sign with kids and it sure isn't a good sign with Brudder. I walked into the kitchen to this:
I had forgotten to put away his dog food and he knocked it down to get into it. Well, I don't know how, but somehow, Brudder seemed to teach B all of his tricks.
She knocked down the box of Cheerios that was on a side table and sneakily ate them. Not so sneakily though. She makes quite a bit of noise, but she was hidden between the side table and the chair. Brudder would be proud.
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