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Last night my dog decided that the tissues in the bedroom trashcan were delicious. I caught her, yelled at her, cleaned up the mess, and then brought her to bed with me thinking she'd be happy and warm and forget all about the tissues.

Instead, she waited until I fell asleep and then pulled all the tissues out of the trash again. The sounds of ripping paper and lip-smacking woke me up. I yelled at her again, gave her a swift smack across the butt, and cleaned up the tissues AGAIN while she ran to ben to save her. (Genius plan dog. Run to the one person who would happily hand you over to me if I asked.)

This time I put all the tissues in a big sealed trash bag. She can't get into that.

Apparently the whole thing made me so angry, I was complaining about it to ben in my sleep all night.

Noname decided she would get revenge on me by pooping on the floor last night. She made a point to poop far enough from the wee wee pad to make it clear to me that she was intentionally missing it.

So I refused to feed her until just before I left for work. For a tiny dog who lives on routine, that was like torture. She kept growling at me to feed her, but I refused until I was just about to pack up and head out the door.

I really wish my dog wouldn't go through these periods where she battles with me for dominance. She's never going to win. I have the thumbs.