OK, I took Lagniappe the dog into Harpers Ferry today and the nice lady at the ice cream shop gave him a free cone because she likes him and thinks he's cute when he jumps up and puts his paws on her windowsill and stares into the shop, hoping for a treat. Naturally I feel obligated to buy a cone for myself now as a way of paying something for his cone. So after he wolfs his ice cream down, I get one and we go off to sit down so I can eat it. I get mine about half done when a lady walking past says that I have a nice dog. I turn for a split second to acknowledge this compliment and Lagniappe lunges. His teeth snap shut on MY ice cream cone and it's gone in a heartbeat. Now I know he loves ice cream because his grandmother--my mom--got him started eating the stuff when she was babysitting him a few years ago and now he goes nuts for it. But ripping me off is new behavior and not something that's going to be tolerated here.
So if he does this again, he's on the market, hopefully to the first Vietnamese restaurant or testing lab that wants a dog. And I'll get me a replacement dog who remembers who the boss is, and preferably one who doesn't like ice cream.
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