Monday, July 16, 2007
Who's the Boss?
It's becoming increasingly apparent that, at least in the case of Oreo, the "dog-master" relationship has been turned upside down. After all, it is Oreo who calls the shots. He tells us when he wants to be fed, when he wants to be let out and when he wants to go for a walk. And if we ignore any of his requests, we are treated to pestering and whining that would put a toddler in her "terrible twos" to shame.
Part of Oreo's mastery of his domain involves the living room sofa. No matter how many times I tell him to get down, he persists in this annoying habit. I'm not even sure why I bother any more. When I happen to catch him in the middle of the night, he langorously stretches and takes his time getting off the sofa as if to say "Dave, you and I know that once you go back to bed I'm just going to hop right back up there."
Cheryl deceives herself into thinking that she is training Oreo to use one of the armchairs in the living room instead of the sofa. Sure enough, now he uses BOTH the armchair and the sofa. Cheryl thinks he's getting the message that the armchair is his but the sofa is off limits. But she's not the one who's up in the middle of the night to see the folly of her plan.
Oh well, at least he's not sleeping on the beds. But that's only because we close all the bedroom doors at night. If we didn't, you can be sure that Oreo would be comfortably curled up on top of the bed of his choice. After all, he's the master.
Part of Oreo's mastery of his domain involves the living room sofa. No matter how many times I tell him to get down, he persists in this annoying habit. I'm not even sure why I bother any more. When I happen to catch him in the middle of the night, he langorously stretches and takes his time getting off the sofa as if to say "Dave, you and I know that once you go back to bed I'm just going to hop right back up there."
Cheryl deceives herself into thinking that she is training Oreo to use one of the armchairs in the living room instead of the sofa. Sure enough, now he uses BOTH the armchair and the sofa. Cheryl thinks he's getting the message that the armchair is his but the sofa is off limits. But she's not the one who's up in the middle of the night to see the folly of her plan.
Oh well, at least he's not sleeping on the beds. But that's only because we close all the bedroom doors at night. If we didn't, you can be sure that Oreo would be comfortably curled up on top of the bed of his choice. After all, he's the master.
