I’m in the shower after a good old-fashioned power walk, pondering what to blog about today when some innate sense of self-preservation tells me to peek out the curtain and check on el puppos, as I affectionately refer to our bulldogs. Alone in the house, I left the door to the bathroom open so that I could keep an eye on Lu who I left sitting on the sofa. I thought maybe my intuition would lead me to discover Lu in some kind of danger, in peril of leaping from the sofa or perhaps keyed up due to a neighborhood disturbance like someone strolling down the street with small children. But no, the issue wasn’t Lulu. It was Gus. There he was in the bathroom tearing into tiny pieces an industrial-use bathroom cleaning towelette he pulled from the trash.
This wasn’t Gus’s first offense of the day. Earlier, as Bill sat perched on the sofa ready to dive into a heavenly slice of homemade double chocolate zucchini cake, Gus decided to take a little nibble, just a tiny little taste. Bill said it all happened so quickly. He was reaching for the remote, his attention removed from the ready dessert for mere seconds when the incident took place. Bill chastised him immediately and harshly; Gus’s response was to slowly push the remaining cake from his salivating mouth disdainfully as if he never wanted it in the first place. What a sucker.
Gus is three years old. This is not normal behavior for him. He’s usually quite well mannered. In fact just the other day, I ran out to the garage for a soda with Lu tucked under one arm, leaving a tasty sandwich on the coffee table well within his reach and temptation. I came back to an untouched sandwich and a very doleful Frenchie who received an appreciating pat on the head. So, I have to believe his conduct today is a ploy for attention. I mean, I understand that the double chocolate zucchini cake is divine but chemical towelettes? I see no attraction there.
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