September 03, 2003

Alpha Male ~ The Slippery Slope

As I always say (and I truly do always say this) it's easier to get into something than to get out of it. Life has a way of offering those tantalizing temptations that make it easy to stick the finger into the monkey puzzle, but... here we are, stuck with our permissive fingers locked into the bad puppy behavior we have created by our 'quick fixes' and there will be no going back. If only 'we' (read 'she') didn't feel so guilty about the recent puppy day care trauma. Poor little thing. Just this once...

Just this once, we would let him spend the night nestled quietly on the rug beside our bed like a decorator-dog from the Orvis catalog... just until he returned to his routine of sleeping in the other room as he had done before his PTSD. Last night was the third night of 'just this once'. We have at least closed the closet door now so that we don't hear him munching contentedly on our shoes in the wee hours. But when the lights go out, he moves straightway under the bed... with just a nose or two rear legs peeking out from under the bedcovers, and less than that when you go to drag his snoring body from the dark recesses of his new nocturnal puppy-cave. We're going to put him back in the front room soon, now that he seems to be relaxing at night. Oh sure we are.

And since he was being so sweet this morning, 'just once' Ann left him on the couch after she got up, and he lay there sleeping in a picturesque pose of utter tranquility. Until he discovered a bit later that it is a short step from the back of the couch to the dining room table, where the house-husband had been sorting clothes from the dryer. Tsuga thought that was the greatest cafeteria style toy store he'd ever run across and selected one of each... a washrag, a sock, a tee-shirt and one pair of purple panties. Life don't get much better than this. But.. just this once, you understand.

All of these new perks have given the lad quite a shot of courage, to boldly go where no yellow puppy has gone before. And so now he just pushes his way right through the closed door of the bathroom (where the silly solitude seeker forgot to put down the latch) and makes himself comfortable at the base of the porcelain library, licking blissfully behind the knees of the hapless library patron, munching occasionally on the corner of the delicious old National Geographic that bobs there above his head. Hey, you were sitting down, he says. You sit down, you're in my world. That's the rules.

Alpha Male ~ What's come before
Posted by fred1st at September 3, 2003 09:10 AM | TrackBack

When Cody was little, S. and I vowed we would have a rule about him sleeping in the bed. As in, we wouldn't let him. About 2 days later, she picked him up, lay down on her back on the bed, with him on her chest. I said, "Uh-huh, there goes the rule about him being on the bed." She said, "He's not on the bed, he's on me." Those technicalites are what puppies live for, methinks. Now, two years later, he has his own spot between us, and nobody can get to sleep until we're all in our places.

Posted by: peggy at September 3, 2003 09:47 AM

LOL! You two are's too short to sweat the small stuff...enjoy.

Posted by: feste at September 3, 2003 07:36 PM

Sheesh, Fred, if you and Ann are this bad with a puppy it's a wonder that your children ever considered leaving home. LOLLOL

Posted by: Cop Car at September 3, 2003 08:52 PM

I've enjoyed reading your adventures with Tsuga - thanks for the chronicles, your delightful descriptions. Thanks for sharing the laughs and the (puppy) love.

Posted by: julie at September 4, 2003 03:20 AM

I don't care if the dogs sleep in the bedroom (they are pack animals after all, and we are part of the pack) - they are not allowed on the bed though - ever.

Sampson couldn't stand it if I went into the bathroom alone and would whine and scratch the door (only with "mom" though, not with "dad"). So, being well trained, I let him come in with me. He wasn't a nuisance though and just laid in the doorway, so I didn't have a problem with it.

Posted by: bogie at September 4, 2003 09:17 AM

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