I got spanked and I didn’t even deserve it. I was walking on the wharf in Salem with my dad when it happened. I was off-leash and enjoying myself and minding my own business when I smelled something delicious and decadent. I went to investigate and found some frozen dog poop. I think it might have been someone from out-of-town because I didn’t recognize them at first sniff. I grabbed a bite and heard my dad start yelling and stomping toward me. I know that times are tough, but I found it and I wasn’t about to share with him. Finder’s keepers, people! Or has the whole world gone crazy! I did the sensible thing and darted off, trying to finish my snack. I know dad was jealous and he was yelling my name, “Cooper!” as well as a lot of other gibberish such as, “No!” and “Get over here right now!” I didn’t want to disobey my dad and I think he wanted me to come to him, so I did. I made a big, wide circle while running at half-speed, stopped to pee, ran and checked out some other potential treats, watched a sea gull fly over, contemplated how cold the ocean was, reminisced about how good my treat was, thought about blowing dad off, and then went right over to him. In return for my loyalty I got swatted on the bottom and leashed-up. Seriously, WTF is that all about? Dad can find his own snacks and I know he likes the same things as me. When we are driving he is always recommending to other people, “Eat Shit.”
The rest of my day was uneventful.
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