There are photographs of people torturing their dogs all over the blogosphere, most notably dooce’s long suffering Chuck. He’s a pro; I bet that dog could balance cooked ziti on his snout.
Well, I decided today that Bree would balance things. We’ll work up to the pasta.
After she got the message that the biscuit was not to be eaten, things started cooking.
“I have to watch it or the cookie will jump up and leave before I have a chance to eat it!”
Oops…! She couldn’t hold out any longer. That sucker disappeared faster than a rotisserie chicken at Michael Moore’s!
I’m so proud! It’s a good start, don’t cha think?
She held out long enough to get pics. Good for her.
