Not a Good Day

Duke didn't want to eat this morning, even after his morning walk. He was also overdue for number 2. When I came home at lunch, I discovered he'd found the bag of treats which I thought were out of reach. When I got home after work the trash was scattered and the tray from my frozen dinner had been cleaned. Of course it's hard to point out these faults after the fact and when he is jumping for joy at my arrival. He is still a puppy, though I think he has grown a bit in these 2 weeks. He can certainly tug me along on the leash. I'm glad I was firm of foot when he saw his first squirrel or I would have abrasions top to bottom. The good news is that my mother can remember that I have a dog and she will ask me his name then answer her own question.