The min pin that tricked me is, of course, Lacey.
Sorry it's blurry, This is one of her baby pictures (5 months) when we thought she was so innocent.
Me: "Lace, I am hiding from your dad because he thinks he has more self- control than me. Go away."
This diet has become a competition. Anything we do together becomes a game, I swear.
Lacey: Jumps up and down and whimpers
Me: " Look, these things aren't good for me, so I am sure they are awful for you."
Lacey: blank stare and a growl.
At this point she is drawing too much attention to the kitchen.
Me: "Fine you can have one! One! But eat it in here so your dad doesn't know what we are up to."
That little brat marched over to the doorway to the living room (she stayed in the kitchen) and smacked as loud as she could right where he could see her. I thought we had an understanding. Nope.
Don't trust a min pin. Ever.