Oh boy.
You would think George would be team player.
He got his bed and toys on Thursday. The picture shows him relaxing.
After he and I went for a jog (with the kids on their bikes) and a stop in the park for him to run around, he came home and was bad again.
We left for a pasta dinner across the street and came home to find he grabbed a loaf of bread off the counter and ate it. He also opened my laptop bag, reached into a pocket and grabbed two pieces of candy. The candy was wrapped in plastic. He must have been looking all over for ways to be bad. He probably was smoking and we haven't found the ashtray.
Once Mom and Dad showed their unhappiness, the kids rallied to his defense. Mom was spouting the usual, "...He's got to go..." but I think we have invested too much to send him home in an Amazon box. His Lufthansa ticket was $600.
His punishment was time in his crate. He flew over in the crate in the body of the plane. Does he look repentant?
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