One of the great stories to date took place this past Friday around lunch time. I had been doing some work around the house and decided to take a break for lunch and have a PB&J and some goldfish ( A personal favorite). I made my sandwich with all three dogs sitting directly behind me begging as usual. I told them all to go on because I was not feeling generous, I then picked up my plate (yeah a real ceramic plate) and began to make my way to couch to watch the news as I ate. I took about two steps forward when Maverick decided that I had gone far enough, and made his move. He jumped up landing both paws directly in the center of the plate catapulting the sandwich and goldfish though the air and onto the floor, where all the dogs joined in the festivities.
My first thought was to get them back and put a whoopin on Maverick and send him back outside, but I reconsidered and extended the dogs some generosity and allowed them to clean up the mess for me. I calmly picked up the plate that landed on my feet, saving it from shattering, and took it to the sink as the dogs feasted on the sandwich. I then proceeded to make another sandwich and eat it at the kitchen sink to overt any other attacks from the "Mav".
This is life with rescue dogs they are unpredictable and loving as hell. I just hope that I can return the favor and find him a fantastic "forever" home.
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