“I’m bad, I’m bad …”

It’s hard to have a really, really cute dog that’s bad because he makes you melt, or laugh, even when he’s being bad.

Riley is not allowed on the dining room chairs. That’s because he uses them as a step up and once I found him standing in the middle of the dining room table.

But there he was, casually hanging out on the chair just now.

And before you hold it against me, know that I see that same goofy “isn’t he adorable” look on the faces of even the most hard-nosed dog trainers.

And Lord knows, we’ve met us some dog trainers in the past two years. So we have a pretty good sample size.

He’s just cute. Bratty. Spoiled. But cute.