On the Offensive.

I'm writing this to strike first. I know that Rachel is working on a post about all the bad things Belle taught Copper. This is hardly fair.

Especially because right now I am watching Copper because he is so bad that he can't be upstairs during Rachel and Sol's community group from church. And now he is sitting at the door crying. Like a big bronze colored baby.


Belle keeps trying to distract him by biting his ears, wrestling with him. She's such a helpful doggie. He just keeps crying. Big baby. He most certainly did not learn this from Belle who very rarely cries in her crate any more and doesn't have to be in the same room as me when I am home.

Now he is standing next to me whining and barking. Misdirected frustration, Copper. It's not me or Belle that ruined your life. It's Finley's fault. That's why you can't go on as many runs. Also why there isn't room for you in the bed. That cute little face destroyed your happy home.

Blame the baby.