Sometimes, things don't always go the way we want them to.
Well...not sometimes. Most of the time, really.
For example, when I give my toy poodles (two of them, to be exact) homemade doggy biscuits, Coco (the bigger one at a whopping six pounds) will consume hers in seconds and then steal Django's (he tips the scales at three pounds) and run off leaving poor Django looking bewildered and probably wondering what happened to his cookie (I am starting to come to the conclusion that this poor little puppy is not the brightest bulb in the lamp shop).
Then, when I try to distribute cookies again, the same thing happens.
It all seems so unfair.
Next time I'll have to separate them.
In case you were wondering why Django is not so bright, one possible reason is because my eleven year old son just admitted to shining his tiny red laser light on the floor, causing Django to chase it, and then shutting it off suddenly, Django mid-run, so that Django goes skidding headfirst into the bathroom door.
Well, Django's cute enough. He can get by on his looks.
