Today Mr. Widdle turned into a bona-fide demon!
Everybody knows that when you say "Taco Bell" to Widdle he instantly assumes he is about to go on a car ride to somewhere, not necessarily "Taco Bell". Its more of a command than a destination. He's reacted to these two words used together since he was a puppy.
This morning, he slipped into the back seat of my car before I could stop him. I didn't even say the magic words. Once he has his little ornery puppy-mind set on going to "Taco Bell" he is going to "Taco Bell" - or else! I reached for him and he gave me his I-am-one-step-down from-the-afore-mentioned-demon face! This is only a slight exaggeration, you should see the intensity in his otherwise cute little puppy-face when he gets pissed. Scary! I knew the only way to get him to leave the car would be for us to take a ride around the block. Once we came got back, he was his former lovable self.
Click the image, Widdle looks like the Spidey-Villan "Venom".
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