They’ve got a few too many rules here. I’ve tried to point this out to them, but they are stubborn. Boy, are THEY stubborn. When they ask me to or that silly thing, I let them know I’ll
take that under advisement, or I’ll do it — because I was planning
on doing it anyway, not because they told me to. Truly disagreeable behavior can earn them The Reproachful Rear (above).
of things I do like, such as napping
(often snuggled up with Barley), biscuits, sticks, bathrooms, closets,
playing fetch (much more than Barley, even though Barley is a
retriever!), licking people’s legs after they’ve taken showers,
exploring and frolicking in the woods, lying down in the snow, rolling in disgusting things,
and getting scratched under my harness.
Not so sure about big snow mountains. My legs are mighty but on the short side. Somebody needs to fix this situation (and by “situation” I mean the snow. I am perfect).
While I do my best to make sure everybody knows who’s really boss around here, only Barley seems to have taken the hint. Which is weird, because next to me he’s a few sparks short of a plug. I give him a pass because (shhhh) I have a weakness for dogs who like playing almost as much as I do.