The Glass is Half-Full

We have a dog treat jar that was given to us 12 years ago by my sister Kerri. When you open it it plays a part of one of two songs, "Who Let the Dogs Out" or "You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog". It doesn't play them anymore - I think the batteries of run out and I'm not inclined to replace them. Wonder why? Anyway, the song Hound Dog was on mind last night when Wally, for the first time ever, caught a rabbit.  He ain't no friend of mine. He said he was high class. Well, that was just a lie. The back story is that we got home after a night of theatre and friends in Grand Rapids. (Saw Phantom of the Opera - fabulous staging/set/choreography. Memories of Delaney as Christine!) After six hours in his kennel, we knew Wally would be ready to be set free. And he was - much to the chagrin of the rabbits in the backyard who didn't see him coming. He grabbed at some animal, it yelped and Wally dropped it. He looked at me on the deck, seemingly...

Look at that face! I mean, just look at that face. So sweet, so adorable, so innocent. And so Black Lab. But, he's a deceiver - that Wally Piggins. Because he is sweet and adorable but he is also not just Black Lab and he is definitely not innocent!! He is part Bloodhound. And it's the part of him that's not innocent. It's the part of him that can smell:           ~ An open jar of peanut butter within 30 seconds and from as far away as 50 feet;                     ~ An unattended  loaf of asiago cheese bread or bagel (ASB) whenever he feels he has been slighted or I have gone into the shower.  There was a time when Wally would smell the jar or ASB on the counter and just jump up to retrieve it, run to another room and devour the treat. We would scold him and send him to his kennel/home (kind of like a time-out chair for dogs). After a year or two of this, he would take the c...