Around here we have what we refer to as 'Dog Theatre'. It is a compilation of all the beagle Bernhardt moves that can be mustered to achieve any or all things desired at any given time or place. Some of these skills are rather impressive__some, not so endearing. Like the head shaking she insists on doing constantly because she wants her wetfood treat that comes along with the meds for her minor ear infection." Oh, look My Most Concerned and Valuable Human! I am in such Pain and Discomfort!" I swear the dog is going to sever a vertebrae. This all magically stops once her objective has been met. Transparent much?
We had an altercation over it this morning as she started in on me before coffee. Not a good idea. I fell [I was at the top of the basement stairs at the time and precariously balanced trying to put the gate back up]. I did not fall down the stairs. I did break the gate. And I did fall on the bad shoulder that just got injected again yesterday. It was at this point that the actress decided maybe it was time to get off the stage for a while. Good thinking. She has about 10 more minutes before she gets what it is she wants. If I give it to her at her behest she will push the time limit that much earlier tomorrow. You think I'm kidding? If I let her, by this time next week she'd have me up at midnight feeding her. It's uncanny the time-clock that the animals possess. Who needs an actual timepiece?
On the cute end of the fourlegged stick around here, Mattie in her ongoing culinary perusal of taste sensations has decided that:
okra is for flinging around on the carpet until it sticks
only organic carrots are edible
broccoli is edible if coated in beef juice
cauliflower the same
and tomatoes are very mysterious unless made into pizza sauce wherein they are divine
and I believe she has decided that mushrooms and tofu aren't food at all.
Oh, and now I must worry that every time I hear her squeak about something in her crate at night it might be one of those monster spiders I found downstairs in the basement yesterday. Now that was something to get dramatic about.
All the animals here go to Craig when they're hungry, because I'm better at ignoring them.
ReplyDeleteI hope those spiders aren't in northern California.
Mattie goes to Matt first. He doesn't give in to her either but he does let her up on the couch so I think she has a shot at his plate. And I hope those spiders aren't there either.
DeleteI make Sunny wait, too. If there's ice cream or something he likes, he gets demanding. I love my dog, but I don't want him to be seen as a badly behaved little dog, so it's important that he learns that he can't boss me around. Several of my friends think I am being mean by making him wait til he's calm and not demanding, but I know I'm right, lol.
ReplyDeleteHonestly, Miki, if you let them they will trample you. It's not being mean, it's being responsible. They are very like kids in that way.
DeleteI wish such tricks worked with those of the feline persuasion. Ignoring Zeus when he wants something results in him biting me until I give in.
ReplyDeleteHave you tried biting him back?
DeleteYou should see how Mattie feels about those critters covered in beef juice.
ReplyDeleteNow there's a thought
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