Three guesses who eats pens and highlighters?
It's getting to the point where I'm going to have to take my pen into the bathroom so the little booger doesn't eat it!
I have no idea why Trouble not only eats pens left within reach, but he also climbs onto chairs and tables to get the one I'm using.
Honestly. I'm on the porch, loving the breeze and sound of the fountain while I write. But, hey, I needed a refill on my juice. Before I went in the house, I made sure the pen and highlighter were up on the table. When I came back out - my favorite blue pen was on the deck - the end chewed shut.
He had to have gotten up on the table.
JR gives me these long suffering looks as I scold Trouble. I think that JR would have me oust the little monster. Mocha watches me, until she knows I'm not mad at her. Trouble gives me his patented puppy look - all bright eyes, as innocent as he can make himself look.
It is a rough life for a dog, all morning out on the porch where they can bark at the neighbors, the horses, the cat, the chickes - you get the idea. But no, Trouble isn't happy unless he's found some way to annoy me.
Is it any wonder why he answers to 'booger,' as in 'what did you do, you little booger?'