Being a parent. . .

Okay - so I'm not exactly a parent. . .but I do have a dog. She is *mostly* well-behaved. Tonight I was sitting at my coffee table reading & such - so I brought my BBQ chicken & asparagus (Cory - that is a vegetable - something you never eat) to the table. Jez came close to get a good smell - I quickly corrected her "Jez - that is NOT yours - go lay down." She walked across the room and did as I asked.

Ten minutes later, I had finished about 3/4ths of my food - I had to run in my room to grab something and I heard the pecular sound of my spoon hitting my bowl - I came back to the living room to discover that Jez had "resuced" my chicken from the bowl - placed it on the carpet & was about to eat it.

"JEZABELL - BAD GIRL!!! OUTSIDE NOW!" I had to swiftly brush her outside & close the door. . .then I proceeded to laugh hysterically. Oh well - I guess I was finished with it - but it is still interesting to me that she didn't eat any of the asparagus.