We just had some much needed rain this morning and the back yard is wet. When I got back from taking David to work, I let him and Jake out, Angel and Rolli had gone out before I left.
Well, as many of you know, Max is part Jack Russell and JRs like to dig which means Max likes to dig. Sometimes when he and Rolli are outside together, she'll egg him on by starting to dig herself. Yep, she can be a little stinker too.
So, I let them out and was standing by the door to let them back in and what does that little brat start doing, digging. I yelled at him and he knew right away that he was in trouble, he came slinking back into the house, head held low, tail between his legs. Jake came in and wanted dried off as soon as he saw me take out one of their towels, so Max went sneaking off to his favorite spot under the dining table. I swear I even saw him wagging his tail a little, but as soon as I was done with Jake, I called him back and wiped his paws off. He knew I was not happy with him. He also knows it won't last long.
He's lucky that he's so cute. I tell him that it's the only thing that saves his little butt when he misbehaves. Of course I'm just joking when I say it. This is his forever home.
Am I in trouble?
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