Thursday

Martial law

Okay, so LC always gets up on the counters and sniffs for food, and then Rachael and I have to spank her. One day I cooked some lemon pepper chicken for Rachael and I. I came into my room with food and started to eat. Then Rachael said "where is LC?" and I said "She's out in the living room" and rachael gives me this Walters-Stupid look and then she says "So you left the dog out there with the hot stove so she can burn herself?"

I say let the damm dog figure it out. That would teach it real quick why it's bad to get up on the counters. I garuntee she'd never go for the counter anymore. In fact, if I had thought of it before, I think I would have turned the stoves on, on PURPOSE, to teach the dog never to get on the counters. What's better: one half-second burn, or a life time of spankings because she doesn't know getting on the counter is bad?

Rachael would make such a horrible mother.

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