All Things Profane and Sacred

My dog and I are locked into a contest of wills. This is fine and normal around my house, but it's starting to irk me that he seems to be winning. I've got the brain, but he has the driving determination. Dunno how this will play out.

It's all about the cat food. There is nowhere I can put it that he can't ferret it out and chomp it down. None of my counters are high enough to put food on-the ones that are high enough to keep him out are too high for my ancient cat to hop up upon. Feeling very Homo Sapien, I devised this closet scheme where her food was behind a baby gate and a table leaf. He simply destroyed my closet, and ate the food. Dog 1, Homo Sapien 0.