Rules Are Made to be Broken

After more than a year, Todd and Tanya now consider me a permanent part of the family. You might think I’d be happy about that, but being “family” in this household comes with responsibilities. Rules! Chores! Writing a Blog!  Are they kidding?! They really need to consult the AKC guidelines – Weimaraners are members of the sporting group, NOT the working group!  Oh well. Contrary to rumor, far be it for me to pout.  But… let me tell you about those rules:

I’m only allowed on Todd and Tanya’s bed when they put my blanket up there and invite me. (I REALLY prefer to come and go on the bed as I please.) And I have to do a trick, like sit or shake in order to “earn” a treat. How ridiculous! And the ultimate humiliation? I have to let them wipe off my paws with a towel after I’ve been outside in the mud or snow.  (If my first family subjected me to that, I’ve buried the painful memory.) Sometimes when they’ve gone overboard with this stuff, I pout for a while by lying at the opposite end of the couch and making them beg a little for me to come over and lay next to them – that’ll teach 'em! 

But that’s not all. I’m also expected to entertain myself when my people are otherwise occupied or having a private conversation. So I lie on the chair and glare at them until they stop and give me the attention I deserve. And finally, I am not allowed to be fed any treats from their plates while they are eating – I am supposed to sit nicely and let them have all the good stuff. What baloney! (Pardon the pun.) But I’m working on that one - I take turns putting my head on each of their laps and giving them that pathetic look – you know the one. It’s not yet working but I’m sure I can wear them down.