Butterfly, those rules are so funny. Especially the part about the king size bed. The writer had to have seen our sleeping arrangements. We have 2 small Jack Russells who take up more room in the king size bed than 2 fully grown adults. And Waldo wishes with all his heart he could sleep up there too.
Where is the icon of the smilie with hands on knees bent over panting from chasing one big lumbering oaf of a mutt all over the freaking neighborhood in her pajamas at 7:15 in the morning?
I have been letting Waldo out by himself in the mornings as it seems I have better control of him that way. Not today. Here I am barefoot, in jammies (no bra either of course) running around trying not to yell too loudly and he is flying all over the damn neighborhood. I am doing a funny run/skip while holding in my hernia incision and cursing a blue streak under my breath. He's lucky I didn't catch him, but that he ran ahead to the door and when I opened it he shot through it. Even the neighbor who was walking his dog stopped to help and the dumb dog just got worse. My neighbor says: "oh, he's frisky this morning". I wanted to say I was goint to "frisky" his butt when I caught him.
He knows I'm not happy and has managed to avoid me at all costs for the last 45 min. He thinks I don't know where he is, but he's in the "tent" under the dining room table.
He's usually so good about staying in the yard and coming back when called. I don't know what got into him this morning, but he pranced around and stayed just out of my reach knowing full well what he was doing. I was so mad at him.