I say for the third time. She stops whining, but after a few seconds, slowly starts whimpering, then starts up whining again, which is exactly what she did the last two times I told her to be quiet. I’m rewrapping a Christmas present for her. She got it away from me when I was wrapping it the first time and ripped the paper to shreds. In fact, she ate some of the paper—it had little snowmen printed on it—then coughed it back up. I managed to get the present away from her before she could tear through its packaging to the dog treats inside. That’s why I locked her in the hall, which is where she is now, whining and scratching at the door to my room. The dog treats look like raw T-bone steaks, except that they’re each about the size of a quarter. The package claims they’re made with real beef. They must smell like it, too, considering how crazy they’re driving Fido. I roll them up in a fresh sheet of snowmen paper and reach for the tape dispenser when there’s a knock at my door.
What do You think about A Very Merry Guinea Dog (2013)?
