As I was heading back to school from the beach, Mom sent me this story:
"Guinness was such a dear tonight. Sleeping at my feet. Until time for bed. He ran under my bed , would not come out. I had to get the broom to get him out. He ran straight outside and would not come back. I called, offered him treats & ham, Stan & I played like we were partying in the kitchen. He’d stick his head in & then run back out. He came in & grabbed the treat but intentionally stayed between me & the door. When I moved to block the doggie door, he ran out before I could get there.
Finally Stan had a great idea. He went outside where G was & told him to sit. Miraculously he sat. Stan gave him a treat & brought him to the kitchen. Now we can all go to our respective beds, an hour and several aleves later.
Y’all spoiled him at the beach!!!!”
Of course, I have no regrets for any spoiling that may or may not have occurred under my supervision. And I honestly think the story is adorable, even if my parents had to deal with the sour consequences of the pampering while I was safely hours away.