I said I'd never do it. I was determined not to. It could only lead to trouble. I admit that I did it in a moment of weakness. It's no excuse, I know.
I wanted to be liked. Even if it was conditional.
Evidently, I am obsessed with gaining followers. But, my one little relapse in judgement has cost me.
I fed the dog scraps of people food.
Once was all it took. Now every time I enter the kitchen I have a shedding, four legged creature at my heels. And if I go anywhere near his food dish, he is frantic to get there, running over kids and toppling furniture. He's become a 34 lb drooling machine.
He knows he's not allowed in the kitchen, but he tries anyway. He even slinks out mournfully looking over his shoulder at me as soon as he knows I've seen him. He doesn't move before that. He waits until I've made eye contact and thrown my arm with a rigid pointer finger toward the dining room. The stink eye, of course, firmly in place. To his credit he no longer needs my "OUT!" to help him get the point.
Just the arm and the stink eye. Slink.
I wish my children were so moved by the stink eye.