He stole a sausage. I forgave him too fast.
What one greasy sausage taught me about forgiveness, fences, and hooman guilt
Royal Canin, I love your kibble—but this story’s about a way spicier feast… and a rather emotional hooman wobble.
If you’ve ever watched your dog commit the crime and then wag his tail like he just invented sliced bread—this one's for you.
Because I, Thor of the Rottweilers, committed a sausage-snatching felony… and my hooman forgave me within 8.3 seconds. Too fast. Way too fast.
Before: One sausage. Unattended. Forbidden.
After: Guilt. Grease. And a lesson about fences — emotional and literal.
The scene? A Saturday arvo. Me, patrolling the yard. The snags, sizzling on the barbecue. My hooman, distracted by a neighbour's rant about foxes in bins again.
One sausage rolled too close to the edge. I was merely doing my duty. Preventing waste. Saving lives. (Okay, maybe just salivating.)
So, I leapt. Graceful. Precise. Tongue-first. Snag secured.
The crowd: one horrified hooman, one smug Rottweiler, and a far-off magpie who I swear gave me a nod of respect.
The punishment that never barked
Now, here’s where it turned weird. I expected the usual: the “disappointed mum voice,” the dramatic sigh, the wag of the finger.
Instead… she stared. Open-mouthed. Then said, “Oh mate… it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left it there.”
Wait, what? That’s it? No lecture? No guilt trip?
The sausage was gone, but so was the discipline.
“You’re too good for your own good, Thor.” she mumbled, scratching behind my ears like I’d just won Employee of the Month.
Fun fact: Forgiving too fast short-circuits the hooman-dog communication system. It erases accountability… and sets dangerous beefy precedents.
Where does one draw the line between indulgence and anarchy?
Sure, I’ve trained for tactical snack extraction. (Every roll of salami via the backseat? Me.) But this moment—it changed things.
She let me off the hook. But I saw the price. No snack is worth the sinking feeling of betraying the world's kindest meal-prepper.
Yes, it starts with a sausage—but it ends with a broken compost bin and dig holes bigger than your 4WD tyres
That night, my hooman upgraded our outdoor setup. Reinforced BBQ zone barriers. Moved the station two paws back from the table edge. Even brought out Granny's old baby gate.
She wasn't mad—but she realised something critical: forgiveness is sweet, but boundaries save sausages. And fences save friendships.
And me? I learnt that just because I can reach it, doesn’t mean I should. Mostly.
The takeaway is meatier than you think
Forgiveness matters. Fast reactions can save a relationship. But when you forgive without correction, your dog might just repeat the stunt… with your steak next time.
“Big dogs deserve love—but also solid fences, smart setups, and hoomans who know when to say 'Oi!’ with meaning.”
For the rottie-lovers of the world — this one’s yours
If you’re a strong-dog hooman, standing tall among chewed leashes and DIY builds, you get this. You know fast forgiveness is heartwarming... and sometimes unhelpful.
You’ve seen the look—naughty grin, tail wagging, giant head tilted in pretend innocence. You’ve thrown the guilt-gnawed toy in the bin and upgraded to black rubber instead.
This story? Not just humour. It’s truth wrapped in snag-scented wisdom:
- Boundaries matter more than rules.
- Dogs aren’t confused. They’re opportunistic.
- Every mistake is a blueprint for your next upgrade.
Be like my mum. Secure the fence. Choose tough gear. And train with love, not loopholes. Because forgiveness is powerful—but structure builds trust we can lean our big heads on.
My final thought (with a full belly and slight shame)
Praise is lovely. Treats are better. But the sneaky joy of sausage theft? It fades faster than a vacuum escape plan.
Set your limits, hoomans. Not out of punishment—but protection. For your food... and for our bond.
Stay chewy, stay cheeky — and honour the sausage.
Pawfully yours,
Thor 🐾
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