Our old dog, Scout, barks relentlessly at our mailman each and every day, and no amount of persuasion or consequence can convince her otherwise. To Scout, the mailman is the devil incarnate.
Well, today I went out to retrieve our mail after Scout's usual barking fit, and there were two dog biscuits placed atop our mailbox.
Me: "These are a gift from our very nice and very kind mailman, Scout."
Scout: gobble, gobble, whatever...
Somehow I don't think Scout will change her behavior at all, but I'm quite sure our mailman will be the recipient of some lovely homemade cookies!
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