In the morning, after being fed and out to potty, Morgan can go on a real rampage. She will run the length of my living room over and over. While all of this was going on, I was getting my breakfast ready. So I sit down in front of the television, watching Fox and Friends on FNC. Morgan is determined to get to my oatmeal and bowl of fresh blueberries and I am just as determined she will not. This battle goes on a few minutes till finally I've had enough. I hold her head in my left hand and gently tap the side of her snoot with my right hand with a strong, "NO!"
"Uh-oh, I've really ticked Sherry off. Maybe I better put on my cute face."
I am pretending to ignore her, eating my breakfast. She very quietly and slowly is crawling up on the couch, ending up with her head laying across my left arm. I'm still ignoring her.
Molly is watching all this wondering how she never got away with stunts like this.
Finally, I look down at Morgan. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Here was this innocent puppy staring up at me as if she was thinking, "I'm sorry. But you still love me, right?"
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