Who needs them anyway? Resolutions were meant to be broken and I just could not help myself. There was Dad’s shoes and the insoles just sitting there waiting to be stolen – here I am gleefully running away with them.
It’s the best feeling in the world and I can really get a rile out of Dad. I haven’t broken the coveting resolution yet but there was some tempting human food on the counter this evening as dinner was being prepared. I’m not promising anything. Isn’t it canine nature to steal AND covet?