They do let you know when they don't like something

Rosie ate the wristband off of my gardening glove today. Why did she do this? Well, the way I see it, I spent an hour and a half brushing her coat out and giving her lots of cuddles and snuggles. She squeaked with delight...yes, she squeaks! And then I gave Salty three pats on his head. I knew I was doomed by the glare she gave me. I turned my back for two minutes and poof wristband was gone.

Now with four dogs I do wish, at times, that I was an octopus. But Rosie is making this a wishful desire lately. An hour and a half to three pats - wow, am I glad I didn't go in for that fourth. She probably would have woofed down the kitchen counter. (Which she had to climb on to get the glove) I will be more careful, gloves in a drawer. But really. I actually had to count to twenty, it's like having kids (I think) Mom likes me more than she does you...does not...does too...arrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!

I need a vacation...oh yeah four dogs... Have a nice evening and thanks for stopping by.