So I'm sitting at my kitchen table writing out a grocery list. The littlest of my Yorkies, Lily, is standing in front of her open kennel door, fussing. Then over to me, front paws up on my leg, fussing some more. Then back to the kennel. I think she is just being needy, wanting some pets and belly scratches. But she keeps it up, becoming more agitated the whole time.
So finally I call the other one, Jessie Jane, who, probably thinking there is a treat awaiting, pops out of Lily's kennel.
I didn't realize that dogs have the ability to tattle on one another. But as soon as Jessie Jane is away from Lily's kennel, Lily struts, head and tail held high, to her now vacant kennel, enters, turns in circles, curls up and promptly goes to sleep.
Jessie Jane is left standing in the kitchen going, "What?"
Yep. I am living with perpetual tattling three year olds. And it still takes very little to amuse me.
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