Monday, October 22, 2007

Rewarded For Scratching the Table

Part Two of a Three Part Story

Well, I received a lot of positive comments from other dog bloggers about me scratching up my parent's coffee table. Although, I didn't do it on purpose, I am quite proud of my accomplishment. In fact, I got rewarded by Daddy for doing so. *Truth be told: Daddy didn't see what I did, although the evidence is quite alarming*

French Fries, are my favorite snack food. Or, one of them at least. Remember, I mentioned in my last post about the best smelling food? Well, it was McDonalds and they brought french fries!! I was really, really hoping to get my own box this time, but it didn't happen. So, I looked to Daddy to share.
When Mommy has french fries she always shares with me. But that night, she pulled out the very last french fry, when she finally noticed me starting at her. She gave me her last fry, and apologized for not thinking of me earlier. I hoped Daddy would give me fries since Mommy decided to hoard them all. I'm going to tell her she's fat!

So I propped myself up on his leg and dug my nails into him in nervous anticipation. And waited.

Then, I saw that glorious, crispy fried fat stick in his hand. He held it up for me to see and then, I knew it was mine.
But, he held it there for seconds that seemed like hours! Are you going to give it to me or not? I was really impatient so then I decided to go for it! I'm taking what is rightfully mine! What?! I thought I deserved it after I almost broke my legs on that dangerous coffee table! Wouldn't you agree?

It was so very yummy-salty, crunchy and oily...just the way I like my fries. That was the first of many fries that were to come my way that night.

My evening turned into a great evening when I ate those fries. What could possibly go wrong? I thought. I was having a great time eating french fries with Daddy, cuddling on the couch with my parents, napping, ect. Then, Mommy reached over onto the end table and my perfect evening totally came to a screeching halt!


Frances Louise said...

Whoo-hoo! You go for it! Those fries have your name on them, indeed! But don't keep us in suspense too long -- what did your Mom do?

The Devil Dog said...

Well, at least you got a fry before your mom saw the table.


Goodboy Norman Featherstone said...

You get french fries? You are one spoiled pug!

Momo :) said...

Oscar! I have to send my dad to McDonald right now!!!!

Momo xoxo

Seadra & Zoe said...

French Fries are our favorite!!! Don't worry the scratched table. Stuff happens. Our Mom has resorted to covering up the scratched coffee table with a table runner.

Love, Seadra and Zoe

Scrappy and Pebbles said...

Macca's food is the best treats... So, what did your mom do when she saw the table? My parents for some unfathomable reason always blame themselves when we do something "naughty"

have a nice weekend
Scrappy and Pebbles

moose2007 said...

Hey Oscar!! This is Moose! I am glad to hear you had french fries from mcdonalds...can i be your friend? maybe we could share those french mommy says NO! only doggie foods for me....Hope to meet you soon...WOOF WOOF!!

the Corgi Girls said...

Quest for the fry!

M & I

ronin the pug said...

Hi Oscaaaar!!! Well done! And you get french fries???? Oh you are so lucky! I have no idea how they taste... but they smell sooo gooood!