Not squeaky clean, bratty dog

Ali told me she had a couple pop ups last night so evidently there is still some residual crap on her system.  The only good news it isn’t the XP Security 2010 shit. 

Nicki is a brat, a spiteful brat.  Last night before I made their supper I pulled out two frozen bones for the dogs to work on.  Sadie loves the bones and immediately took hers outside to work on.  Nicki isn’t as into the bones as much since they require much more work than a typical treat.  When I gave her the bone she carried it back to our closet and laid it on the floor and looked at it. 

Well once I made their supper Nicki came right out to devour her bowl.  While she was eating I went back and got the bone and put it back in the freezer, I didn’t want it to defrost on the carpet.

So after Nicki licked her bowl clean I gave her “desert” a piece of dried chicken breast.  All this time Sadie was still outside working on her bone.  Well after pigging out Nicki evidently went back to our closet to find her bone which was no longer there.  She came back out to the kitchen and started staring at me.  I knew exactly what she was staring for, “Where the f is my bone?” was in her eyes.

I told her she just had supper and desert, she didn’t need the bone, plus I didn’t want her chewing on a slimy bone on the carpet.  Sadie is smart enough to work on hers outside.  So after telling Nicki to chill out I sat down in front of my computer with my dinner.

Later on Sadie finally came in.  I told her she should go eat her supper.  I look over at her bowl and see her supper is GONE.  That little brat Nicki ate Sadie’s food as a big F U to me.  Nicki never eats Sadie’s supper, she knows the line in the sand that we have established.  Yet just as a bratty child would do, Nicki figured she would eat Sadie’s supper since I didn’t give her the bone back.

I couldn’t believe she pulled this stunt.  I scolded her as she looked at me almost defiantly.  Ali couldn’t believe it either.  I guess the lesson learned is to keep all bones in the freezer when dinner time is approaching.

I can’t believe how freaking sore my forearms are after one session of weed whacking.  It feels like I went from fine to full blown tendinitis in the span of one day.  I plan on using some foam pipe insulation and duct tape to make a redneck style grip cushion for the old weed whacker.