Today I had to go to my aunts house to pick up some plates for this baby shower I am having at my house next Saturday. Well...as I am unloading the plates from my car to the kitchen- Red, the wiener dog, decides to trot out to the garage and hop into the car...Bribing him with a walk and even going outside (in the highest pitch voice I can muster), he is dead set on hanging out in the car. Ten minutes go by and I am desperate to get him out of the car and back in the house so I can get on with my day. (i.e. charge my iPod, change into my gym clothes as slow as possible, do a load of laundry, aimlessly walk around the house, ANYTHING to miss going to the gym...) I grab the camera to get a shot of this (because I know my husband will not believe me) and frantically call my mom- who has raised 2 successful, hard headed, and fantastically awesome children- to get advice on how to get Red out of the car...What does she suggest? A walk. Tried that. Ah ha! A t-r-e-a-t. I have to spell it out, otherwise Red, the smartest dog in the universe, will know what I am saying. (Wait, isn't that what I want?) I run inside, grab a treat, and he makes a mad dash right for me and jumps right out of the car. A treat? Seriously, that's what it took. The dog was holding himself hostage in my car for a TREAT?And we wonder why our country is overweight...
1 comment:
haha Red the terrorist! So funny.
ps think you could send some of that queso my way?
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