As I have written time and time again, I am sooo my dog’s bitch. Hey, don’t look at me like that. I know it is pathetic to some of you, and others of you that will smile and nod along with this post, as you are just as pathetic. (Pathetic = Loving)
Anyhow, Lucy is the sweetest little manipulative dog in the whole world. She totally knows who the weak parent is too.
Here’s example #1: Kyle gets home from work before me, Lucy greets him, goes outside to go potty, both #1 & #2, and back in for a few treats, content to grab her pony, http://kimwyote.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-little-girl-turned-11-years-old.html, and settle in.
Here’s example #2: I get home, Lucy greets me and immediately gets treats. She waits for me to change clothes and starts growling and pawing at me until I let her outside. She only does # 1 or #2 at this point but not both. Oh no, she knows she’ll get to go back out again for a third round of treats. You see where this is going right?
I am her sucker!!! Kyle, meanwhile, sits happily in his chair the rest of the night as Lucy sits and stares at me, growls at me and generally just drives me fucking ape shit. Oh, I get it blog readers. I’ve created this monster. She is just too cute to say no too.
Oh but don’t think I don’t know when to say no. After she finishes her first Curious George coffee mug full of water, which lives on my nightstand each night, and begins scratching and pawing at it, I tell her only one more. Ha, I show her who’s boss.
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