Today I came home to find Rogue standing silently next to the front door his face hanging in melancholy. I entered the house and immediately began to look for what he did wrong because when he greats me at the door with anything other than a lolling tongue and cheerful doggy wagging tail then I KNOW something is wrong. OMG he had finally figured out how to open the sliding recycling bin cabinet and the almost full recycling bins contents were now scattered across the family room, kitchen and the cream of the cream ON MY BED, which incidentally he is not allowed on with or without recycling trash!
I really don’t understand him sometimes because he is an angel when with us. He would not even think to touch food or get on the furniture if we are home. But oh when we leave it is a free for all. I cannot decide if I have a very intelligent dog or a monster I want to tie to the tree and hang a sausage just out of his reach so he feels the same aggravation I feel now. However looking into his sweet puppy face with his waggy tail instead I clean up the mess and thank god my baby is wonderful when I am there because he is the BEST dog most of the time and really what more can I ask for, no one is perfect.
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