What else do I blather on and on about but the very cute dog we have. I think I need to get out more. . . without the dog.
Bacca is learning how to push buttons and make us give in to little things. His newest is his favorite side of the couch. Earlier tonight I was sitting on the left side of the couch and he was not happy. He went between me and Grant (who was at the computer) whining and looking very agitated. He would get on the couch, curl up on the right side and look at me and let out a very huge HARUMPH.
Last night we finally shifted more to the right side than the left side, he flopped into the left cushion and was so happy. It’s weird. I mean, should we really worry about giving one side of the couch to the dog?
This is a dog who, when agitated, will take his stuffed dog toy (that I got at Scheel’s on Black Friday) and shake it violently making a point to thwap it against you. He really flails it around with determination. It’s like a kid throwing a temper tantrum.
If we ever get to the point of having a kid/kids, this dog has been good preparation for them. He has a favorite toy, a favorite sleeping position, he rotates favoritism between his humans and listens more to one than the other and totally knows how to work each of us for belly rubs. . . Thankfully he doesn’t like to sleep with us. He’s still a solitary German Shepherd that wants to have his humans in the same room so he can keep an eye on us.
What is better than being watched over by a fluffy GSD who has his head on the arm of the couch staring at you while you watch one of us play on the computer while the other sits at the other end of the couch?
Grant: Is that your side of the couch, Bacca?
Grant: DAMN SKIPPY!!
Bacca: *twitches ear and continues staring at him*