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!