Too much freedom isn't always good So . . . Natalie and I decided to head to the gym this afternoon. Because Bailey's been such a good boy, instead of keeping him confined to the kitchen area, we let him have free reign. Oops!
He ran upstairs into Natalie's office, jumped up on her desk, knocked off the pens, papers and a tote. Then grabbed the fish food container for the Beta, crunched it open and ate what was left inside. He then jumped down on the floor and proceeded to chew away.
While we both were laughing, I did all I could to let him know how unhappy we were. He wouldn't even come in the room. In fact at first he took off downstairs and high tailed it around the corner and out of site. Later, he came back up and took his reprimand like a man! We didn't do anything much, because we kept laughing when he rolled over on his back as if to say: "Aww come on I'm still a little boy!"
Here's the aftermath! |