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Our Skye Terrier Sam has a new scam going on. If someone's in the kitchen cooking, he'll hang out near the food and water bowls, just kind of loitering. When you go to open or close the fridge, he manages to get in the way of the door, getting whacked in the process. Then he looks up with this expectant look in his eyes and a wide smile*, trying to con you into giving him a goodie since he just got "hurt".
Freakin' ambulance-chasing begger.
*When I say Sam smiles, I mean a full human-type smile showing teeth and all. It's not a snarl or baring his teeth, because I've seen those and this isn't at all menacing. He just looks like a friendly damn dog with a big toothy grin.
Posted by Ted at August 9, 2005 07:49 PM | TrackBackReminds me a bit of something my son does. John is just over two, and is learning to talk. However, he has learned to exploit his inability to clearly state his wishes. He'll say something that sounds vaguely like, "Popsicle." His mom or I will repeat what we thought we heard, "Do you want a popsicle?" Then John will say, "Okay." Even though we know what he's doing, our efforts to understand him lead us into this trap day after day.
Makes me proud.
Posted by: buckethead at August 10, 2005 12:46 PM