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Aug. 15th, 2012 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raincitygirlYoung Miss Weaver has a streak of devilry a mile wide. I may have mentioned that I took the maternal unit to a concert on Friday night. She drove into the city, parked at my place, left Venus Flytrap at my place, and then we went the rest of the way by Skytrain. She left some things on my bed. We get back after the concert, and mum needs to put her feet up for a bit to rest before she drives home. So she’s on the couch in the living room, and I go into the bedroom to put something away. On my duvet are a little heap of dog treats, not in a bag or anything, just on the bed, and with little crumbs attached to them.
I’m a little shocked, and ask my mum, “Did you leave the dog treats on my bed?” She gives me a funny look and says yes, and I decide it’s the night before her birthday, I’m not going to start anything.
Later on she goes into the bedroom to get her stuff, and I hear a shriek of “Why are there dog treats all over the bed?” followed by, “And why have all the chicken breast treats disappeared?” Turned out YMW had ripped a hole in the plastic baggie with her teeth, and then picked out the treats she fancied (the freeze dried chicken breast bits Venus Flytrap only gets when he’s specially good), eaten them, and left the rest.
No wonder the poor dog looked so glad to see us back. First he’s abandoned for the evening in a strange apartment, then the owner of this apartment taunts him by eating HIS treats in front of him. VF is too small and my bed is too high for him to be able to jump up and join in the feast. I’m sure it was physical incapacity rather than virtue that kept him from becoming her partner in crime.
I’m a little shocked, and ask my mum, “Did you leave the dog treats on my bed?” She gives me a funny look and says yes, and I decide it’s the night before her birthday, I’m not going to start anything.
Later on she goes into the bedroom to get her stuff, and I hear a shriek of “Why are there dog treats all over the bed?” followed by, “And why have all the chicken breast treats disappeared?” Turned out YMW had ripped a hole in the plastic baggie with her teeth, and then picked out the treats she fancied (the freeze dried chicken breast bits Venus Flytrap only gets when he’s specially good), eaten them, and left the rest.
No wonder the poor dog looked so glad to see us back. First he’s abandoned for the evening in a strange apartment, then the owner of this apartment taunts him by eating HIS treats in front of him. VF is too small and my bed is too high for him to be able to jump up and join in the feast. I’m sure it was physical incapacity rather than virtue that kept him from becoming her partner in crime.
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Date: 2012-08-15 09:43 pm (UTC)