Have you ever been contrite? I doubt it. Have you ever been the best looking thing anyone ever saw? I doubt it. Convince me otherwise.
I have to ask, what did he do? Must have been pretty bad.
He was bullying the pug. He’s not allowed to do that. He knows he’s not allowed to do that. It got him shouted at. The Lord’s name was taken in vain. So, naturally, he took it personally. Hence his crushing misery for the next few hours.
It’s funny how dogs do things they know they aren’t supposed to sometimes but then do look genuinely broken up about it afterward. I know when my big dog has been naughty because when I come home, instead of running up to greet me at the door, she sits in her crate with her sad face on. Then I search for the mess/broken thing.
But that’s just when she knows she’s busted. I don’t like for her to lounge around on my bed (b/c she sheds so much), and she knows this, but she does it anyway when I’m in another room in the house. Then, when she hears my footsteps, she jumps off and trots out so I see her exiting my room as I come up to the doorway. I pretend not to notice and she thinks she’s exceedingly clever.
Have you ever been contrite? I doubt it. Have you ever been the best looking thing anyone ever saw? I doubt it. Convince me otherwise.
I have to ask, what did he do? Must have been pretty bad.
He was bullying the pug. He’s not allowed to do that. He knows he’s not allowed to do that. It got him shouted at. The Lord’s name was taken in vain. So, naturally, he took it personally. Hence his crushing misery for the next few hours.
It’s funny how dogs do things they know they aren’t supposed to sometimes but then do look genuinely broken up about it afterward. I know when my big dog has been naughty because when I come home, instead of running up to greet me at the door, she sits in her crate with her sad face on. Then I search for the mess/broken thing.
But that’s just when she knows she’s busted. I don’t like for her to lounge around on my bed (b/c she sheds so much), and she knows this, but she does it anyway when I’m in another room in the house. Then, when she hears my footsteps, she jumps off and trots out so I see her exiting my room as I come up to the doorway. I pretend not to notice and she thinks she’s exceedingly clever.