“I’m sorry!”

Vi barks and yips pathetically as her paws bat at the thin metal bars of her crate, eyes tearing up as she desperately reaches are for you.

She got herself into this mess. You told her to stay out the new box of treats, and what does she do? She fucking eats them all. Every. Last. One.

“I couldn’t help it, please—“

Her consistent pleading making your heart swell up with guilt, though you can’t afford to back down. She’s gotten away with too much shit, thinks she can do whatever she wants without consequences.

Wrong.