AAAAARRRRRGH. The GOD DAMNED DOG just ate half the batch of cookies I made while I was on my walk. I even pushed them back on the counter to where I thought she couldn’t get them, but she’s been good about not taking stuff off the counter and so I wasn’t really worried about it. But she ate TWENTY FIVE COOKIES.
And then she peed on the carpet when I yelled. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH.
I find that lowering my tone of voice and sounding very very disappointed works better than yelling. When I can overcome the urge to yell, that is :)