No, honest. Dieter can do that.
You will give me snacks. Now. Do it! Drooling to commence shortly. |
But then he ups the ante. He starts a controlled drool. Nothing nasty and waterfall-y. Just one thin little drool spittle. All the while staring at me with those sad, brown eyes and sending out telepathic dog communication.
"You will give the dog some of that Swiss cheese. The dog needs the Swiss cheese. Why are you taking so long, human? Can't you see the dog needs the Swiss cheese? Heartless. That's what you are!"
It always works. I cave to the mind meld messages and I tear off a couple little pieces of the tasty item he's craving (usually cheese). He then happily snarfs them down.
Mind meld over. I am finally free from the canine Svengali. Until the next snack attack hits me.
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