Tim came back from Oman yesterday and resumed his dog-walking duties. He took Sahraa out early in the morning as usual, after which she always goes to her private spot under our back stairs.

This morning, however, I was surprised to see her inside when I got up. It turned out that she was expecting me to take her for yet ANOTHER walk so she could get some treats from Mary at the park. I couldn’t because I had to start work earlier than usual, so she refused to go in the back yard and has been pouting in the house since then.

Talk about a spoiled, stubborn dog!

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