Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Man's best friend? Riiigghhhtttt

I'm home sick today and trying to get something, anything, done today (other than watching the soaps). So I'm at the kitchen table with the laptop and other peer reviewed manuscripts spread out, trying to write ... and I have Max, my faithful Norwegian Elkhound mix at my feet. My two other dogs are elsewhere in the house, chewing on rawhide. So, to show Max I appreciate his company, I hand him a treat. What does he do? He runs off with it.

Gee, thanks for nothing buddy.


Anonymous said...

lol. rough deal.

Mad Hatter said...

Dude, you misunderstand the "man's best friend" saying--they're man's best friend right up until the exact moment they get the treat. After that, it's every beast for himself! :-)