Not To Be Trusted

Duff here. As you may recall, I had My usual Spring Bout of whatever I get. Pooping and dreck. But I made It through in Fine Style. After a Day of no upsets and problems? Mom thought the Worst was over. She let Me sleep on My Open Lounging Bed in the Living Room. Living unstuck.

She got up the next Morning, and Thought All was Well. That is until She went into Her Home Office. I had left a Present for Her right in front of the Computer. She cleaned up (Again). By this time, She knew I had no Issues. I just chose to make that place My personal Indoor Potty. I smiled My Doggy Smile. You should have seen Her Face. Like Granite. Grim, and resigned. Since then? I have been on a Tight Leash, traveling from the Locked Carrier to the Great Outdoors, and back Again. I am free only when Mom can keep an Eye on Me. There You go. I’m in the Dog House. Living unstuck.

How about You? Have You pushed the Envelope with Good Results? Or are You like Me, in the Dog House? I say: Try not to Go too Far. It makes for a Time where You are held Accountable for all sorts of Things. (Even the Ones that You didn’t do.) I’ll keep You posted when I’m free once Again. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#freedom

It is not what you do for your children, but what you have taught them to do for themselves that will make them successful human beings.

—Ann Landers

My Mom has Her Work cut out for Her.

—The Duff, Himself