I am quite sure I will receive no sympathy for this admission….but, my dogs have decided to boss me around…and I have let them. I didn’t mean to start out this way..I meant to teach the dogs to obey commands (mine) and to be good little house dogs and companions.
A pet that would let me know when burglars were at the door
….or ravening wolves were about to attack.
Instead, I have two mini-canines that decide what to eat, when to eat it and when to go visit friends.
They decide which part f the bed I get to sleep in, or whether I get to place my head on a pillow.
It is annoying, to say the least, but I can’t seem to gain control.
I admit it is probably my own fault..just not entirely. George lets them get away with murder as well.
George will offer the little twits their choice of canned food…I, at least, just fix whatever and give it to them. Well, I do for dinner. Breakfast is another story.
Gunnar will stand in front of the fridge and bark when I touch the wrong item. He likes bacon (tail wags) more than sausage (bark) and eggs with cheese (jumping up and down) more than plain eggs (wagging). Say I pick up the orange juice…I receive a few hundred barks as if to say “you stupid woman, get me the bacon!”.
My own breakfast, instead of following the diabetes plan diet, I usually end up with the dog’s leftovers.
It’s my own blasted fault. This I know beyond a shadow of a doubt….but in my defense…how does one say “NO” to these faces?