Tucker is going to get a smack upside his head. I was eating lunch (tuna of course) and I was done, so I broke off a tiny piece of my sandwich to Tucker. He inhaled, I mean ate, that. I broke off another little tiny piece for him that he also gulped. Mean time, Rusty is laying on the floor on the other side of me. I said "want some?" He sits up I reach out to give him the rest and Tucker comes flying from the other side, grabs the sandwich out of my hand and just keeps running! I was floored! I yelled at him, which he couldn't care less about because he was down the hall eating. Rusty looks at me, does this "oh well" look and lays back down. I swear that dog is the biggest woose I've ever met. I'm saying "What is wrong with you? Go get what's yours. Bite his bratty little head off." Nope, ain't worth the effort! Then Tucker comes slinking back in to the room and lays down. Don't give me that Mr. Innocent act, you are soooo looking for a smack! |