Ever since my sister and I moved in together, the accusation has been levelled against me that I "spoil the dog." The dog's name is Lucy.
I only toss Lucy scraps from my dinner every now and then, not every night and even then its like like those little pork cubes in rice when I get Chinese take-out or a small piece of beef or steak.
I think I'm doing a good thing, the dog has learned to listen to me. Lucy sees me and thinks "He will give me good stuff if I do what he says." Hell, when her boyfriend came over, Lucy listened to him, too. Even when going for a walk, she ran right to where I would take her rather than where my sister would take her.
So, I think I'm doing a good job with this pet thing >.> Lucy can have pork cubes and my sister can shove it.
I only toss Lucy scraps from my dinner every now and then, not every night and even then its like like those little pork cubes in rice when I get Chinese take-out or a small piece of beef or steak.
I think I'm doing a good thing, the dog has learned to listen to me. Lucy sees me and thinks "He will give me good stuff if I do what he says." Hell, when her boyfriend came over, Lucy listened to him, too. Even when going for a walk, she ran right to where I would take her rather than where my sister would take her.
So, I think I'm doing a good job with this pet thing >.> Lucy can have pork cubes and my sister can shove it.
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