Today’s Monday Peeve isn’t my peeve exactly.
It’s what ticks my dog off most of all in the entire world.
Hamish is not put out by things like having to wear ‘the cone of shame’.
He doesn’t exactly hate it when I make him wear hats- though he probably wishes I wouldn’t make him do it at all for any reason. But I’m the Mom so tough.
What Hamish hates is my phone- he hates it when it rings, he hates it when I take pictures he hates it when I plug it in next to the couch.
Over the weekend Hamish Macbeth expressed his feelings about my phone:
This is a picture I took Hamish.
When I was done instead of saying ” in ” which was his cue to run into his play area I said ” drop it ” and he jumped up and grabbed my phone ( which he hates with the hatred that could fuel the Sun for a trillion years ) and dropped it.
Into the bushes.
Next to dog poo-which I am sure he very aware was there.
Below is the picture Hamish Macbeth took.
Did he run off after dropping my phone into the bushes next to the poo?
He did not.
He just sat there looking very pleased with himself.
Every dog has his day…just ask Hamish Macbeth.