My hunger strike from yesterday fell a little flat.
See, the thing about a hunger strike is that it hurts me WAY more than it hurts her. I really really like to eat. It’s kind of my thing. I didn’t actually manage to skip even a single meal. I’m obviously going to need another plan.
I think the key here is the Daddy.
I have a totally awesome master plan. I am a woofing EVIL GENIUS. I’m going to love the Daddy. Snuggles. Kisses. Cuddling in bed. The whole Kong.
Then when the Mama gets home, I’m totally going to rub her nose it it. *
That’ll show her. She’ll be heart broken! Crushed! She’ll be SO SAD that I’ve turned into a Daddy’s boy that she won’t even be able to wag her tail!
Don’t feel bad for her. She deserves it.
That s just hurtful Mama. You have a new writing buddy? For shame. Have you no heart?? That is MY SPOT and that little fluffball better watch her tail.
You’ve been warned puppy.
The Mama’s Note: Her name is Bella and she’s just 6 months old. I’m in ♥. It’s only temporary though, Koly and because I miss my sweet snuggle buddy so very much. I could never ever replace you. You’re one of a kind.
(*Rub her nose – an extremely ineffective and awful puppy training technique that is incredibly powerful when training a Mama.)