Squishy is officially in doggie detention.
Now I know what it is sort of like to be on the receiving end of a "conference" in which your darling is the little shit in question. The list of offenses has grown:
*stealing other dog's chicken pieces right out their bowls
*body slamming Queen Alice, not once but TWICE (Squishy is now a little bald in his chest area because she took a chunk out of him)
*taking other dogs' toys and running off with them and then not bringing them back on command (I've been told to get my sh*t together and teach this dog to fetch)
*eating human food right off of the side table in full view of Lydia when she is stuck on the corded phone and can't get to him from the kitchen--all of this done while he is watching her...THEN taking off running in the house and knocking over furniture and the like
*"biting"(tasting is more like it) me on the ear when we were playing the other night
*taking after the cat-not once-but twice until she whapped him a good one on the nose. Now we have a photo to prove that the cat is no longer a toy