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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Too Cute To Discipline

Now that we are down to only two kids at home, I've begun to notice how incredibly spoiled and bold our overgrown puppy, Cowboy, is. His mother (Tootsie--on the right) is always under the radar (unless you have a frisbee in your hand, then she goes psycho). Ninety percent of the time, though, she is curled up in some corner sleeping, only too happy to greet you when you enter the room, then return to her slumbers.

Cowboy is another story. I think because he is the baby of the family, he is suffering from the "I'm too cute to discipline" syndrome.

For example, the other day, I walked into the girls bathroom and found him in the tub--for no apparent reason whatsoever than, perhaps, it provided him with blessed relief from the heat. But still. The bathtub? That's just, yuk. I mean, the girls have to bathe in there! Did I make him get out? No, how could I? He's just so cute.

Then, I got out of my shower, went into the bedroom to make the bed and was greeted by this:

Now, I thought that was cheeky until I got the bed made, walked in later and found this:

Did I make him get down? Of course not. I rubbed his tummy like any good mommy would do! Still, I've started to notice more and more how spoiled he is. I've also noticed his favorite spot seems to be right by the pantry. He stands there because on the other side of that door are doggie treats that, clearly, someone has been rewarding him with if he stands there long enough looking cute and irresistable. Wasn't me. I've got him on weight control dog food. I'm not about to give him treats. But somebody is or he wouldn't camp out there. (Okay. So I give him treats sometimes. But, I mean, I hate to see him stand there all that time for nothin'!)

Then, we had a thunderstorm come through the other night. Cowboy is very afraid of storms. He shivers. He shakes. He whines. Looks like now, he gets on my furniture and right up into Papa's lap where he can find the comfort and reassurance he needs.

I know. It's a dog, for cryin' out loud. But, what can I say? Oh, have I shown you pics of his first birthday party? He wore a party shirt and everything. Remind me to do that.

posted by Deeanne at 11:55 AM

11 Comments:

Barb said...: I think you need grandchildren....
Actually, the bathtub thing is a little amazing. Our doggies don't like tubs, and if they're near one and hear water, they'll run. :o0 Luv the froggie!
EJ said...: That's ok, I have the three most spoiled cats in our county. My tortie will scratch on the window if it's closed, and the two girls demand fresh grass. They share a small can of food twice a day and my boy has gained five lbs. since December! (He was still growing into his feet, but still! He's 15 lbs!)
Jenster said...: Obviously it's good to be Cowboy. He's very cute.

Jen
Deeanne said...: I am, actually, looking forward to being a grandma, but I'm not in any rush. The kids are young, yet. My niece has little ones, so I play 'grandma' with her kids.

I had cats growing up, EJ. I would love to have one now, but Greg says "no."

Yeah, Jen, I'm thinkin' Cowboy's got it made. Wonder if I stood by the pantry, if anyone would give me a treat! ;-)
Barb said...: Maybe if you jumped on Mr Greg's lap. I bet you'd at least get a smooch!
Deeanne said...: Barb, Barb. Behave! ;-)
Jenster said...: My problem is that I've learned how to open the pantry and get my own treat.
Barb said...: Maybe your pantry needs a guard dog?!
Jenster said...: That's brilliant, Barb!!!

Jen
Barb said...: I bet I know where you could find one too! :oD
Mandy said...: That's quite ok to spoil your doggies. I think it's great actually. I have a 15 yr old cat, Skeeter that I feed lunchmeat, shrimp and whatever else she wants to. LOL She sleeps by my head on the pillow every night and I can't imagine being without her. She's my kid.