Dad: Gracie, I built you a ramp. Now I expect you to use it.
Me: Whadda ya crazy? I'm not setting paw on that thing. I'll fall off the side. I mean really Dad. Don't you care about your pup?
Dad: There. Now It is safe.
Me: Yea, yea. Whatever. I'd rather take my chances and jump onto the bed. No offense but that thing doesn't look safe.
And so a trail of treats were placed on this thing to lure me up and then back down again. Over and over again we played this little game of walk up the ramp for a treat. I played along, of course. Anything for food.
But at the end of the day, I'll ignore that irritating piece of clutter that has been added to the room and maybe, just maybe it will go away.
And maybe if I ignore this green hat it will go away too. A belated happy St. Patty's day to y'all.
