Wednesday, Joe and I went out for Chinese food on the condition that he went to Wal-Mart and the grocery store with me. He readily agreed.
We hurried through Wal-Mart and then went to Hy-Vee.
As we were finishing up our trip, we passed by a large bin of rawhide chew toys. Joe loves spoiling our dogs. I'm always coming home with the dogs chewing on a new bone or a new rope. Joe is spoiling them. Sometimes he purchases things that they shouldn't have for health and safety reasons-such as the whole lower part of a cow leg. Riley has in the past eaten whole hooves and then vomited for three days until she managed to get the hoof up. She's not allowed to have them. Anyway, he loves buying things for the dogs.
Somehow, I knew as we passed by the bin that Joe wouldn't be able to resist. I turned back around to witness him picking up several choices. I told him to put them down, that the dogs didn't need them and that they were too small for the dogs to have anyway. (They were pretty small and the dogs would of eaten them whole and then thrown up.) Joe tried to argue that it was okay.
At that instant, I gave him a look that clearly meant 'I mean it' and snapped my fingers and then pointed back towards the bin. (I'll reenact this for anyone that requests it.) Joe instantly dropped the dog treats and walked away. OWNED!
Mere seconds later, I couldn't believe what had just happened. Had I truly snapped at my boyfriend like he was a child? Yes, yes I had. Had he reacted like I was his mother? Yes, yes he had.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 11, 2011.]
We hurried through Wal-Mart and then went to Hy-Vee.
As we were finishing up our trip, we passed by a large bin of rawhide chew toys. Joe loves spoiling our dogs. I'm always coming home with the dogs chewing on a new bone or a new rope. Joe is spoiling them. Sometimes he purchases things that they shouldn't have for health and safety reasons-such as the whole lower part of a cow leg. Riley has in the past eaten whole hooves and then vomited for three days until she managed to get the hoof up. She's not allowed to have them. Anyway, he loves buying things for the dogs.
Somehow, I knew as we passed by the bin that Joe wouldn't be able to resist. I turned back around to witness him picking up several choices. I told him to put them down, that the dogs didn't need them and that they were too small for the dogs to have anyway. (They were pretty small and the dogs would of eaten them whole and then thrown up.) Joe tried to argue that it was okay.
At that instant, I gave him a look that clearly meant 'I mean it' and snapped my fingers and then pointed back towards the bin. (I'll reenact this for anyone that requests it.) Joe instantly dropped the dog treats and walked away. OWNED!
Mere seconds later, I couldn't believe what had just happened. Had I truly snapped at my boyfriend like he was a child? Yes, yes I had. Had he reacted like I was his mother? Yes, yes he had.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 11, 2011.]
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