My dogs are so completely spoiled…and it was J’s doing. He thinks they are kids and treats them accordingly.
A few examples of things he’s done…
- Three years ago for my instead of going to the steakhouse in Tribeca that I’d been hinting about for a month, J took me to the seafood place in the courtyard of our building. His reasoning…he didn’t want to leave the dog (we only had one then) alone too long. I still haven’t been to that steakhouse.
- Two years ago on Christmas Eve, we were all sitting at the table eating dessert. Everything was chocolate, so the dogs couldn’t have any. J got up and went into the kitchen. He came back with a plate of dogs cookies, which he covered in whipped cream and fed to the dogs as dessert.
- Last Thanksgiving, there were 5 people for dinner. J set 7 places at the table. Each dog got their own plate of turkey and mashed potatoes.
- A few weeks ago we actually had an argument over the fact that I was laying on the couch…in the dogs’ spot and he wanted me to move. He was dead serious.
Don’t get me wrong…I love my dogs…but they are dogs and we are people and we should be the ones in charge. We aren’t even close to being in charge. This became painfully evident last night when I went to get in bed and found this…
That is my side of the bed…and that is Sofie in the front dead asleep on my pillow…and that is Sadie in the back looking at me like “You better not ask me to move lady.” Of course, my dogs aren’t capable of arranging the pillows like this…so I knew J was behind it and that he found it incredibly funny. What he didn’t find quite as amusing was when I let the dogs jump all over him after they went out at 5:30 this morning!