My poor Huckleberry… Earlier this evening, Huckleberry somehow snuck into the people bedroom and wound up locked in there for a few hours. She chewed the cord to my boyfriend’s headphones into 2 pieces. I went looking for her, thinking it was odd that I ate an entire meal without her trying to intercept my food. I found her sitting in the bedroom in a corner looking scared. I picked her up and she nuzzled under my chin, usually she tries to fillet me. Greg groaned and I think Huckleberry knew she had done something bad. She walked around behind him, bumping his ankles. He left for a motorcycle ride and so she jumped up and cuddled with me, ears back, head down and teeth clicking. It was like she was saying “Im sowy Mama, I cant help it, I gots ta chew… is Daddy mad?” It broke my heart. Maybe I have finally fallen off the cliff and landed in crazy-town but I am sure she actually knows she upset him and feels bad about it. Now she is giving kisses to her pillow.
Have your buns ever said they were sorry?