Well, he’s at it again. Monday is my very long day at work…12 hours. Murphy was home all day with his brother and my daughter. When I got home around 9 p.m., Murphy was exceptionally demanding of my full attention. When he didn’t get it, he went to the living room, grabbed his water bucket, carried it to my room, and dumped it on my floor right in front of me! This is old behavior. Bad dog, no biscuit.
How many clean slates does he get?