Dog ownership can be so rewarding. They are loyal, lovable, fun and cuddly.
Yet there are times when there is a disconnect. You think you do everything right and still something goes a little wrong.
This was one such night. Cheyenne had her walks, had her food, had her loves and yet systematically took each piece of junk mail (one piece at a time) laying on the coffee table and shred into little bits.
Granted, I sat there and watched her do it, so perhaps I have parenting skill issues. However, in my defense, I really thought she would respect me enough to stop. Or at least get bored with it.
Oh well . . . live and learn. Cheyenne still gets, her walks, her food and her love. But she does not get access to mail anymore.
Contentment and French Fries 