Public Humiliation

During the week I usually try to go home for lunch so I can save money on food and take out my main man. Yesterday I was so tired that I fell asleep on the couch and didn't have time to take Winston out. I could tell he was pissed when I left.

Proof. I came home to this - a chewed up starbucks cup that he had pulled out of the trashcan. Usually I take him to the scene of the crime, push his nose in it, and give him a little spanking (please don't call PETA on me). Yesterday I did something different. I plopped him down and took a picture. I told Winston if he doesn't want his picture all over the internet, he better straighten up. I think he got the point.