Buck has a favorite tree. If we turn away for two seconds, he takes off to it. This is a tree we don’t want him to eat. I literally caught myself yelling “Buck! Stop! Don’t eat that tree!” 😳
We call him. We go get him and drag him away. Nothing will stop him from running to that tree even though he KNOWS he’s not supposed to. He literally sneaks. It’s like a drug to him.
We all know what eating of the wrong tree does. And yet, I wonder what is each of our “trees”. The one we’ve been told over and over not to eat of?
When Buck eats this tree, we don’t love him any less. We simply want him to STOP. For our good AND for his.
Xox.eb
ON POINT! Perfect!