TEMPTATION
Yes, I know I’m on a diet. You’ve told me often enough. I am putting the work in, honestly. I walk further than you do!
It’s not my fault if you stick to a boring straight line walk. I like to mix things up. Walk here, walk there, back to the first place I thought of and so on. Makes it much more interesting. Means I don’t miss anything too.
But you can hardly blame me for finding things tough going. You moan about your own diet often enough. Unlike me, you use some pretty strong language when you’re struggling more than you usually do.
You tend to hit more of that funny red juice you call wine too. I’m sure that can’t help, otherwise you would be so thin by now, given how much you guzzle of that stuff.
Oh, you can’t fool me. I can read you well enough. Unlike you, I use all of my senses. I can work things out.
And yet you moan at and about me.
It’s a control issue, isn’t it? You can boss me around knowing I cannot give you the same treatment. Hardly fair, is it?
Besides it is all your fault. Yes, it is.
Just what is a border collie supposed to do when some roast beef is just sitting there ready to be eaten? You weren’t anywhere in sight or smell range so…
I did the only thing any dog worth its collar would do.
I ate it.
Yes, I gave into temptation.
But so have you. That’s the third bar of chocolate I’ve seen you scoff this afternoon.
Oh that’s my fault because you didn’t get to have the beef?
Ha! Well, it was there. Anyway, the solution is obvious.
Why not roast some more beef?
And then you can stop beefing at me.
It’s not my fault if you stick to a boring straight line walk. I like to mix things up. Walk here, walk there, back to the first place I thought of and so on. Makes it much more interesting. Means I don’t miss anything too.
But you can hardly blame me for finding things tough going. You moan about your own diet often enough. Unlike me, you use some pretty strong language when you’re struggling more than you usually do.
You tend to hit more of that funny red juice you call wine too. I’m sure that can’t help, otherwise you would be so thin by now, given how much you guzzle of that stuff.
Oh, you can’t fool me. I can read you well enough. Unlike you, I use all of my senses. I can work things out.
And yet you moan at and about me.
It’s a control issue, isn’t it? You can boss me around knowing I cannot give you the same treatment. Hardly fair, is it?
Besides it is all your fault. Yes, it is.
Just what is a border collie supposed to do when some roast beef is just sitting there ready to be eaten? You weren’t anywhere in sight or smell range so…
I did the only thing any dog worth its collar would do.
I ate it.
Yes, I gave into temptation.
But so have you. That’s the third bar of chocolate I’ve seen you scoff this afternoon.
Oh that’s my fault because you didn’t get to have the beef?
Ha! Well, it was there. Anyway, the solution is obvious.
Why not roast some more beef?
And then you can stop beefing at me.
