I have a miniature pinscher named Muffin. She is literally my life. I have dealt with long periods of depression and she has been there for me every second. She is the reason I remember to look to the positives in my life rather than focus on the negatives. I know it seems like a big task for a dog to be pressured with but my Muffin seems to handle it with ease. Muffin is my joy and she knows it. The fact that she knows she's my joy is a blessing and a curse.
She knows how much I love her and she uses it to her advantage. I have to let her outside to use the restroom. When she does her business she receives a treat for her good deed. That plan has backfired on me tremendously. I watch her outside and she has become okay with doing a circle around the yard and running back inside and expecting a treat and like the sucker I am I give it to her. She gives me puppy dog face and I can't help myself.
The other day I gave her three treats for doing nothing. After the third treat I looked at her and said, "Muffin, this is why you're fat. I'm a sucker for your puppy dig face." For that I am very sorry because I never meant to fat shame you but I don't want other people to fat shame you. I'm sorry for fat shaming you Muffin. Maybe one day you will be able to read the Internet and see this blog because I'm really sorry and I know I've said it to you but I don't know if you understand me.
In conclusion, Muffin I love you to bits but I need to stop letting you control me with your puppy dog face. First it will be treats and eventually it will be murder, all because of your puppy dog face.
Until tomorrow.
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