Mom’s not mad anymore. She said she was disappointed that I nabbed the scarf and ruined it, but she understands that when I get into that doggie “red zone”, there’s just no going back.
We were walking up the stairs and I trotted on ahead and turned around to look at Mom. Maybe it was because we were at eye level that she looked at me steadily and said, “I forgive you, Maggie. You can’t help yourself, can you, girl?” Then she reached out her hand and scratched me under the chin. I propelled my tail around and around like a helicopter, I was so relieved and happy.
I am going to work on the command, “Drop it!” and Mom says she is going to work on putting things out of my way so she doesn’t have to say, “Drop it!” in the first place. Sounds like a plan to me!
Woof! Love, Maggie