24th Nov 2023
Once upon a time, in a cozy little house, there lived a black Italian Greyhound puppy named Dozer. His daddy affectionately called him 'D Point Five' because he was the half-sized version of his dad. Dozer had a mischievous side, a tiny demon that always tempted him to do naughty things.
One day, the irresistible smell of Thanksgiving leftovers wafted from the trash can, and Dozer couldn't resist the temptation. He sneaked into the kitchen, his paws dancing with excitement. But just as he was about to dive into the pile of scrumptious scraps, his mom caught him in the act.
In a stern voice, Dozer's mom yelled, 'Get away from the trash, Dozer! You are not a trash dog!' Dozer looked up at his mom with his head tilted, his innocent eyes begging for forgiveness. But hidden behind his innocent gaze was a mischievous command. Do as I command, human. Look into my eyes, it seemed to say.
But Dozer, being the clever pup he was, had another plan up his furry sleeve. He gently nudged his favorite squeaky toy towards his mom's feet, hoping to distract her. As she bent down to pick it up, Dozer quickly dashed away, his little tail wagging with a sense of victory. It wasn't long before he found himself near the comfy couch, where he knew he could pretend to nap and avoid any further scolding.
His mom chuckled softly, shaking her head at the sight of Dozer pretending to snooze. 'Oh, Dozer,' she sighed with a smile, 'you are indeed a handful.' She scooped him up in her arms, his tiny body warm and wiggly. Safe in his mom's embrace, Dozer nuzzled closer, and the mischievous glint in his eyes softened. He had learned that while being naughty was fun, a cuddle from mom was the best reward of all.
