Grissom has been getting in trouble lately- I come home first and he has gone through the bathroom trash. Best part- He knows when I get home and then he hides from me. Today he went outside and then directly to his "room" (crate) because he knew how disappointed I was. Then when Ben gets home its all fun and games. Looks like we have found our roles as parents, I am the yeller and he is the lover. I am OK with this seeing as my mother did a great job on punishments: always remember the corners and neck grabs.
Even when we are mad at him or he is getting in trouble, we still have a good night ritual- see if you can hear his signature noise.
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