A little problem last night

Having had an early lunch with my mother before seeing "Jersey Boys," I followed up with an early dinner. That meant around 9:30, I traipsed downstairs for a hummus roll up before pushing through with the writing until close to 11:00. Of course, Radar salivated for a bit of the sun-dried tomato tortilla that held the whole thing (hummus, onion, green and red pepper) together. Although I was careful, as always, he found an opening and went for it, pulling the edge of the as-yet-unrolled tortilla toward him and off the counter. I caught it but not before some of the vegetables fell onto the floor and he got a big tongue full of the hummus. I yelled, so he got defensive and wouldn't let me near the mess on the floor. Because he doesn't like onions or peppers, it was a fruitless ambush for him, but he didn't know that until it was too late. After a few seconds, after he calmed down, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the kitchen. He snapped and whined, catching only my wrist from his awkward angle. I closed the door all the way except for about an inch so he could see me clean it up and finish making/eating the sandwich and regret his indiscretion. He didn't bark, he didn't whine, he didn't walk away. He stood there and took it like a man. After salvaging what was left of my sandwich, I ate it in the kitchen to avoid further conflict. Then let him out and went back upstairs. He was repentant and clingy all night, cuddling into my stomach as if it were ten degrees outside.