Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Sometimes It’s Not the Dog

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Last week I told you how Delilah ate the Play-Doh. That very same day, I discovered the wax.

The wax that belongs in my Scentsy warmer.

So, I went to change the wax in the warmer last week and discovered this.

“Where is all the wax?” I asked. Then I saw it all over the shelf.

Scentsy Wax

“What happened to the wax?”

I looked down at the D-Dog and her look said, “Don’t ask me, must have been that I Don’t Know kid.”

“Did you eat the fucking wax?” I asked her.

“Not me” said her look and then she went over and plopped herself down on her bed.

I followed her over and asked her again, “Did you eat the wax?”

No response, just that long sad face that said, “You always think the worst of me, don’t you?”

I grabbed a new block of wax, walked back over to her and held it out, “You want to eat this one too?”

She took a sniff and turned her nose up. “Not gonna happen.”

I moved the warmer to the mantle, put a new block of wax in and took Sampson for a walk.

Why didn’t I notice the pomegranate smell on her breath, I wondered.

Later as I was writing the Play-Doh post, I was telling Hubby the story, and the truth came out. It wasn’t actually the D-Dog that did it. It was the Hubby. He was looking for something the night before and accidentally knocked the warmer and the wax splashed out. He cleaned up what he could and was waiting until he came home the next day, to finish cleaning it up.

Sometimes, it’s not the dog.

And sometimes, an apology is in order...well...I'm waiting.

You’re always quick to think the worst of me, but not as quick with the apologies.

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  3. I feel for you Delilah! I was blamed for chewing electrical cables around the house for two years! It was never me! It was that cat bro Bert who finally was caught in the act. It’s no fun being an innocent dog being blamed for crimes!

  4. Oh isn’t that the truth? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found a mess and just assumed it was Laika, but come to find out it’s the boyfriend…. Luckily I don’t scold her or anything so it’s not like she probably even knows what the hells going on when I say “why would you leave the spatula in the bathroom?” (don’t ask…)

  10. Poor sweet Delilah! I can’t believe she’d be blamed for something like that. I had a similar thing with Barley a few weeks ago–she was out in the yard, I was loading the dishwasher and had just stuck the little Cascade pack thing in the slot and shut the door over it, and she wanted in. I opened the back door, let her in, Soth ran out, I went after him–all with the dishwasher still open–and when I came back in, I looked at the dishwasher and didn’t see the Cascade pack. I was sure Bar had eaten it and we’d have to go to the ER vet. I couldn’t imagine her eating that, though. She doesn’t eat things like that. So, I got another one out, held it out in front of her, she was really excited for a second until she sniffed it and realized that soap is not a snack, and she turned her back on me and went to look for real snacks. I was convinced she hadn’t eaten it then and looked everywhere around the kitchen to see if I’d left it on a counter or something. Then when I had convinced myself I hadn’t really put one in, I went to put a new pack in the dishwasher and realized the little door over it’s slot was already closed and the original was still there safe and sound. We’re just never going to trust these poor food-crazy girls, are we? 😉

  12. LOL…it’s a universe rule the domestic tranquility…first blame the dog. The pill dog. Then blame the hubs and then the kids. I guarantee one of them ALWAYS did it.