Freestyle entry 22. Old Dog New Tricks or She Had Betty Davis Eyes.

Puppies should come with warning lables. "Warning this puppy may destructive" Had this been applied to the purchasing ticket i may have reconsidered. I also think that if we could somehow package the puppy dog look that pardons them from most crimes that would get an older banished from the house, we could secure riches for ourselves beyond imagining. You could rob a bank and be forgiven on the spot if you could mimic that look. "Oh here is a bag of money you little scamp, now go on and don't make a nusiance of yourself" is what I imagine the response would be. Having a puppy is just as hard on my old dog as it has been on me. when i lock myself in the bathroom for a few hours, the pupy tires of hostige negotiations and turns her attention to the poor old dog. Do not worry I pay him well for his sacrifice with a secret treat each night before bed. Somtimes this is not enough. Potty trainiing the puppy has been a challenge. esentiall they are babies with no diaper and no apperciation for location when they relieve themselves. My shoe, or the bed are good examples of this lack of spacial concern. the old dog looks at us with accusatory eyes at our reactions to household defication, but she has puppy dog eyes. the old dog however has tricks of his own. yesterday i returned for the university only and quickly took the dogs for a walk. the weather had been bad so ileft them in the house. Upon entering i right away smalled something, well not quite right. knowing the dogs had been in the house all day, and that my wife with her radar nose would quickly conclude i had not put the dogs in the kennel (Puppy dog eyes) She herself would quickly locate the offending pile all the while accusing me of olifactory dicrimination. "How could you not small this" is a question often heard at my house. Anyway I began to look and everywhere I went the smell was so bad that I started to imagine the puppy had done her businees in many locations but no matter how hard I looked the offending pile could not be found. The iminant arrival of my wife spurred me to look in places the puppy does not normally frequent like under the bed. Throughout this search my irritation at the puppy grew steadily until I was at the point of anger. My old dog who is a faithful companion takes his job serious in that he follows me everywhere. Looking under the bed proved fruitless and yet the smell was just as bad there as everywhere else. My old dog faithful companion that he is allowed me to use him as a prop to get up off the floor. When I removed my hand from his back it was covered in a brown slimy substance that smelled suspiciosly like the puppy poo I had been searching for. "OH GOD, what the hell is that?" was this an accident or and old dog with new tricks? I report you decide. The puppy had done her business outside, eveidently the old dog knew this.