Anyone who knows our family knows that our beloved dog, Pickle, is a counter surfer. If it seems yummy and is left on the counter (or table), it's hers. It appears that her bad habits are rubbing off on Sarah. Today, I watched her push a kitchen chair over to the counter to get to a box of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios. I should probably mention that they were on the counter because I needed to take the empty box down to our recycle bin. Sarah didn't have this bit of information when she formulated her plan...
To try to make her a little happier after such a crushing disappointment, her daddy took her outside on the deck and blew bubbles for her to pop. It did the trick.
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