I feel really bad about this.

Unloading groceries from Trader Joe’s, and one of the bags ripped and a bottle broke in the driveway.   Most of the mess and glass were contained in the paper bag.   G is fiddling around while I’m unloading, but generally paying attention.   I get the leaky mess, head inside, and say cmon little girl let’s go.   And she’s following me.   Or so I thought.   Soon she is nowhere to be seen, and I know how she loves beer.   I run out to the driveway to see her holding the broken neck of the bottle and trying to figure out how to drink from it.

I feel really bad about this.

I used the DON’T FUCK WITH ME voice and she dropped it, walked over to me a little scared, then I was nice and she followed me inside.   Just like the dog.   Except she peed herself when I yelled.

I feel really bad about this.