Dogblog: Special Friday Edition

She kept jumping all over me,


then, digging in my bag to look for goodies,



then, fighting to crawl under my desk to go through my trash.



So, I kicked her out. I closed the doors to my office and turned back to the computer. She sat outside and whined. She licked the window. She gave me that, "Why dont you love me, Lady?" look.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry that I locked you out. I know you're sick you and you dont mean to be pesty. Come here.... HEY! WAIT!"

She went straight for the trash....

Now she's upstairs with Spouse, locked in his office with him.