WARRIOR DAD STORIES

I wanted to take Macaroni for a walk. He wanted a treat. Specifically, he was parked next to my wife’s chair, staring at her with laser focus, fully convinced that patience would be rewarded with something delicious. When I called him, he froze… then looked at me… then back at her… then back at me again. You could almost see the internal processing: walk with Dad or wait for a guaranteed snack from Mom? My little dude didn’t know what to do. That moment, as amusing as it was,