Monday, February 27, 2017

Tape Dispenser

Paper or plastic?  Here you go, dog, paper it is.

Noah, what are you doing?

I’m just obliging the dog.  She wanted something to chew on.

Well, she can’t have that stuff.  Just leave it right there.

You know I can’t do that.  It’s playable.  The table is slick, the sun is out, the paper is there...along with a nice skiddable roll of tape.  What were you expecting?

No, really.  She cannot have that stuff.

Well, then I think someone ought to have moved it somewhere so the dog can't get it.

It IS somewhere the dog can’t get it.

Yes, but not somewhere I can’t get it.  And if I can get it, then we all know what that means...or I thought we all knew.

Okay.  I'll move it.

That will be fine.  I don’t really care WHO clears the table off - you or I, but I do like a nice cleared off table.  The sun is coming out and I’m feeling the urge to nap.  Could you hurry?

You might try saying “Please”.

Oh, yes, I suppose I MIGHT, but we both know that isn’t going to happen.