Mom and Dad said I couldn’t get on the furniture at home, not even the bed. They said I haven’t earned that privlige yet. I’m not sure what that means.
But when we moved into the big doghouse on wheels, Dad said I could get on the couch if I wanted to. The couch is the only place where I can see out the window, and I like to see who’s going by. It’s my job, you know.
Here at the RV park in Nevada, there’s lots of peeps going by. The neighbor lady has two cranky old girldogs who sit outside all day and bark all the time. So I sit up here, and tell them who’s boss of this doghouse. I’ll be here until Christmas. It should be fun showing them who’s king around here.
The couch is waaaay more comfortable than my crate. I think I like this thing they call RVing.
But Dad says I still can’t get on the bed.
Yeah, right, you’ll wear him down in no time. Just act like you can’t hear him when he says “Wyatt Ray, get offa the bed NOW!” You can be like, “Whaaa? Duuuude, I can’t hear ya man. Duuude, I’m sooooo sleepy, why you yellin’ at me? Dontcha want to rub my belly while I am laying here within easy reach? Ya don’t have to bend over or nothin’!” Do that enough times and I guarantee it, he will give up hanging on to what he thinks is some big ol’ Alpha Doggie thang right quick!!
good luck little buddy!
xoxox
CR
Give those cranky girl dogs hell, Wyatt Ray! No one likes a cranky beatch!
Rules about beds? What’s that?
You know that when they give an inch, they’ll give a foot, right?
It all starts with that first piece of furniture, so you’re on your way dawg! When you get back home to Jerry’s Acres, just innocently climb on the couch (but not after you’ve been bad – remember that one!), curl up in your mom’s lap, and SNUGGLE. One look at your puppy dog eyes will be all it takes. You’ll be 3-legged-couch-surfin’ on every piece of comfy furniture in the house in no time!
I’m still working on the bed thing, too. I snuck on the bed in the camper in NC but got in trouble when mom saw me thru the window. I know I’ve been bad when she starts me to do something with my biscuits!!!
Why won’t they let us sleep on the bed?
Heh heh, thanks guys, you crack me up! But mum’s the word on our scheme. Mom and Dad want to think they’re always in control. But we know who wears the furry pants in our families, don’t we?
Oh Wyatt you are so right….my pawrents think they are the boss too, but all I have to do is look at them and I can usually get my way…..especially Mommy! I am glad you are liking life in the big doghouse.
I got in trouble for being on the leather couch this week, but getting on the bed is okay….they can wash the sheets!!
Just remember look at them with the cutest face you can…………
Paris
But give this dog a foot, and he thinks he’s a ruler! Maybe if he’d let me rub his belly without biting at my hands, maybe then we’ll talk.
Enjoy that couch! Soon your pawrents will cave in a let you on the bed-puppy dog eyes!!!!
Tell those grumpy girls who is boss!!
Mom lets me sleep on the bed. Give it some time and you’ll be able to snuggle with your pawrents, too!
Love, Blazer
Oh Wyatt! You crack me up!!! I can see you in action now cause Maggie’s got alot of GSD in her….and acts it too! 😉 You tell those ‘she dogs’ who’s boss! Heck, even Maggie would do that! And she’d LOVE your doghouse on wheels! Why don’t you come to Maine and pick her up!!! You two would be quite the couple!!
Tracy