In our house, no one is allowed to sit on the furniture.
Let me rephrase that. No DOGS are allowed on the furniture.
I made this rule perfectly clue to our resident canine.
I thought she understood. I thought she respected me.
I was sadly mistaken. My household rules are being ignored.
Does that look like dog hair on the couch?
And why does the hassock have a strange imprint?
Kinda in the shape of a delicate paw, no?
This morning, I found irrefutable proof that my leadership is being contested.
I ordered her off the couch. She obeyed. Reluctantly.
I lectured her. She curled up on the floor and fell asleep.
I picked up her dog bone and took a big bite. That got her attention.
And now I get to tell my friendly dentist why there is rawhide stuck between my teeth.
This post brought to you by Misgivings.
Next time, make your point by eating some soft dog food.