So, a standing rule ’round these here parts is that Duds has to finish her dinner to get a “treat.”
Tonight her treat was to be a lemon Tootsie roll. We had therapy today so her dinner was a quick and easy chicken nugs and Mac and cheese. (Both of which she will eat 100% of the time). As soon as the Tootsie roll made it’s appearance, all of a sudden she had a sudden distaste for her nugs and didn’t want them anymore. You would have thought I was trying to feed her our dogs shit right out the back yard!! 😂😂
Explaining the rules when she’s escalated doesn’t work, so I just kept saying, “food first then treat.”
She’s writhing on the couch like some sort of cracked out garden snake and all of a sudden she screams,
I feel this sharp sting on my cheek bone. Almost like I had been punched REALLY REALLY REALLY hard by a newborn baby. I look down, and the Tootsie roll is sitting on my shirt….
As I stood up to go throw it away, the little butthead had the audacity to get mad at me for doing so!
KID… You’re smart. What did you expect. You don’t throw things at people, and when you do? They go buh bye.
I never thought I’d get to tell people that I got a shiner from a damn Tootsie roll. 😒😒