This is my pug Izzy (Izzabella Pugalini to be exact). I love her to pieces. I think she’s as psychic as I am. She *knows* something is up… she KNOWS that I am heading back to work next week. She gets moody, pissy and ignores me. She actually chews me out if I run an errand, then proceeds to ignore me further. I like how she thinks she can cuddle into, and sleep upon, my purse in attempts to prevent me from leaving.
Hostage Undertaking #1
Now she has an accomplice. This is Tank. Today proceeded as normal. Izzy puttered around, moany and craggy… sleeping on my purse. The moment she had to take a break, jump down and get water… her dirty little sidekick jumped up and took over:
Hostage Undertaking #2
I negotiated a nice play time outside….. nope, you’re kidding right?
Falsified promises of exoneration under the conditions of a car ride… with mom…. hell no. Nothing was convincing them to give up my goods.