I'm eating dinner tonight, and I have a few yummy bites of meatloaf, maybe a smidge of mashed potato, and a couple sips of homemade beer left. It's an all-around pleasant end to an all-around pleasant family dinner.
Then, THIS one:
decides she has waited long enough and proceeds to start "improperly eliminating."
I yell, "Stop!" (which she does), jump up, slap the leash on her and run out the door. Todd followed me out.
So I'm standing in the yard, waiting for Penny to finish up what she had only just started, and I look in the window into my house, and see THIS one:
with his paws on the table, finishing my dinner.
Penny might get off with a misdemeanor, seeing as how she was just a facilitator, but I'm thinking Sam's getting some serious time for this one.
Look at him! He doesn't even have the nerve to look sorry!
Conspiracy, I tell you . . . conspiracy.