This morning, Fox nipped at me when I had the audacity to take away some of “his” food… no matter that the food in question was a SweeTart Ed accidentally dropped while making my lunch.
I yelled at him, telling him in no uncertain terms it is NOT O.K. to nip at me for any reason. EVER. (We’ve had a few of these conversations.) I went about the rest of my morning routine and went to work. When I got home, Fox looked doleful. He probably didn’t remember WHY I’d yelled at him, but I have no doubt he remembered.
And then he did this.
Which makes it hard to be mad at him.
I love Fox, too.