My Dog is Ballsy

Charlie left the remainder of his dinner of chicken nuggets and goldfish crackers on a big red plastic tray on the table. He went to bed and there it sat, taunting Boo, daring him, practically hissing, "You talkin' to me?"

Boo spent 15 minutes snurfing at the tray, looking over his shoulder and Jason and me, either checking to see if he was going to get in trouble, or asking if he was gonna get a little help. Our lack of response indicated that he was NOT going to get in trouble, but at the same time, we were NOT going to help him, so he took matters into his own paws.

CRASH! The big red plastic tray of nuggets was batted to the floor with a swing of his tiny little paw, and instead of feeling bad about it, instead of being scared of the noise, he dove right into the feast.

Some days, like today, he's happy we brought that kid home from the hospital that cold December day 4 years ago.