Well, Chase finally pulled it off. And he did it with such finesse that Chelsea and I were momentarily dumbfounded. After getting ready to retire for the evening Chase gets his little piece of chicken with ½ of a pepcid and Chelsea gets a cookie. They know the drill and wait eagerly for their treat. After all, there had been some drastic changes made after Chase went through surgery after that acute bout of Pancreantitis. He is on a special diet and believe me when I say; there is no deviating from the plan.
Last night Chase was feeling his oats. Not only did he spit out the pill his first go around but he got another small piece of chicken out of the deal. When it was Chelsea’s turn for her cookie I gave it to her and in a blink of an eye the cookie was in Chase’s mouth. Chelsea is looking around and Chase jumped on the couch getting ready to chow down.
I try to get the cookie but Chase has it so far back in his throat that not a crumb would escape and he was not giving it up without a fight. I know when I lost a fight as I’d rather him eat the danged cookie rather than choke on it which he did rather happily.
Tom and I were looking at each other in total disbelief. The moment the cookie was finished Chase looked at me and did show some remorse. He knew what he had done was wrong and quickly tried to apologize. Of course I would have melted had I not called Chelsea for her cookie when he perked up and tried to come into the kitchen to snatch another. I could hardly believe my eyes and that’s when I know beyond the shadow of a doubt, that pup has me wrapped.
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