Bad Moe

Jassper the dog is in dogatory (dog purgatory) ((His “iCrate”)).

He doesn’t want to be there.

He’s been all over “Mommy” on the couch, putting his paw on her leg and looking at me, as if to say, “hah hah, I’m in, you’re out-” nyaa nyaa-

Mommy (Cathi) is trying to do computer stuff on her laptop and battling with the dog is a major distraction.

I wanted to sit beside her with my laptop and do this, and maybe more- let’s see how the vibes go – And I would not be able to do this with a dog trying to insert his nose between my fingers and the the keyboard. I wouldn’t get anything done with the dog trying to climb onto my lap.

So I told him he’d be going into the crate, and he said, “oh, are we going outside?” and I let him outside.

Then I thought he scratched the screen on the window about 4 feet from the door, (where he often sits and watches us  to see if we’re getting ourselves  some food or getting him some food.)  Cathi said he actually scratches  the wood not the screen.

But anyway, I let the dog in and got him some peanuts and he willingly walked into his crate (where he gets the peanuts and other goodies) and I closed the door and locked him in.

After one bite, he realized that his addiction to peanuts had done him in again, and stopped biting, stopped chewing, and stared at the closed and locked door.

Moe came over and rubbed himself on the outside of the closed and locked door.

Bad kitty, he was certainly rubbing it in.

Happy new year.

—–Jim