Me yesterday:
“I would suggest not leaving stuff you care about on the table in the kitchen…. Darwin’s been table surfing.”
Husband this morning:
“Well, you were right about not leaving stuff on the table.”
Me:
“Oh? What happened?”
Husband:
“Sometime between 6:15 and 7:15, Darwin ate my wallet…”
Me:
“I warned you.”
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I think this may be true of everyone. I warned my critter sitter before we left Mia with her the first time that the 11 yo Dalamatian was a dedicated counter surfer, and could reach far higher than her diminuative stature suggested. However, it took losing a pork roast for B to truly understand, and she has been a paid critter sitter for years.
nice!
I go with Casey on this one 🙂