Rita is generally a very good, calm girl and doesn't get up to a whole lotta mischief.
Sometimes, though we still end up with mischief in the house, coming from the direction of The Daddy.
Like this weekend. Saturday I went with my sisters to the annual dog show in town, where I bought Rita a bag of duck feet. (Human grade, USA-sourced duck feet. Good stuff!) They were, of course, a hit with Rita.
Sunday I asked the hubs to go get Rita a duck foot for her afternoon treat. And then I tried to go about my business.
Only to have this happen:
Of course he can't just give the duck foot to the dog. He has to torture me with it a little first.