Naynuh has a dog, his name is Bill. He is one ass kicking away from swallowing his non-existent nut sack. The lil fucker does all sorts of sneaky shit then shakes and belly crawls when he knows hes about to get yelled at. Because spanking. It never works.
Yesterday, we grilled lil lady two chicken legs because chicken any other way, its "sccccchik-inn."
I digress. Whenever said dog is around it is lil ladys mission to feed him. Feed him ALL the things. Including her two chicken legs because mommy will feed me later, at bedtime, like always.
So Bill is enjoying his chicken legs, steak pieces, potatoes, graham crackers...basically anything little three year old arms can grab off plates and off the table until she grabs a large chunk of grilled onion from my plate, throws it on the ground for Bill to fetch and he doesn't.
He sniffs it and goes back to begging. And then said onion ends up on my plate. Nevermind the dirt/mud/shoe grime/and dog snot when he snubbed it.
Yep, just like that....my steak dinner is now complete with a bit more fiber and crunch.
At least she picked up after herself? At least she didn't put it in her mouth?
Yes, I'm still picking gravel from my crawl.
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