So, this past weekend as I was sitting at the table, minding my own business, Oliver comes and starts to lick my leg. Not unusual.
Then he started jumping on me, numerous times. After a few tries I scolded him and said “NO.”
That’s where he got bold. A few minutes later, I felt something warm on my foot.
HE PEED ON MY FOOT.
He got mad that I wouldn’t pick him up to sit on my lap, and in return he peed on my foot.
After cleaning up and dragging him out from under the couch where he was hiding (he knew he did wrong), we had a chat.
“Oliver. I feed you. I walk you. I clean up after you. I buy you toys. THIS IS WHAT I GET?”
He then tried to lick my face.
The end.
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