The first day I came to my new home, my Dad sat me and Mom down to have a “serious” talk. He wanted to lay
down the ground rules of the household.
- No dogs in the bed
- No table scraps
- No dogs on couches
Mom nodded and then turned to me and rolled her eyes (I winked back to acknowledge our secret communication.) I did my very best for the next few hours to be the best dog I could for my new family.
Then Mom had to go out for a little while. Not five minutes pass and there is Dad calling me on to the couch. We watched hockey and shared dry cheerios until I heard Moms car pull into the driveway. Dad said “Oh Crap” and proceeded to nudge me off the couch. I looked up at him bewildered.
Next morning when Mom left for work early, Dad was still in bed. Not 5 minutes passed when I hear “Benny- Come Boy.” I nuzzled with Dad under the blanket and must have dozed off when I hear “BUSTED” from my Mom. She had forgotten something and came back to find me and Dad sleeping soundly in bed.
Now, Dad doesn’t have to hide his secret need for cuddling on the objects that I am banned from. We have made a deal- I will only go on furniture when asked ( or when I am confident I won’t get caught) and keep table scraps to minimum ( I will continue to look so forlorn that it will be impossible to resist me!)
Lesson Learned- sometimes the alpha dog doesn’t have the biggest bite.