May 15th 2011 8:30 pm
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Oh my Dog! I don't know what came over me. I am such a baaad doggie!
Last night, when Mama was already in bed and shnoozing, I was up on the bed with her by her feet. Dad came into the bedroom later, since the hoomin kids were visiting and he had stayed up longer with his son-in-law.
I don't know what bit me, but when Dad was in the bathroom, I crawled up closer to his pillows on his side of the bed...next to Mama. I like being close to her, although I am not supposed to be there.
Dad wanted to go to sleep and told me to leave. HELLO! Dude! He had been away...far away...for many months and is here now on a short visit only- and he wants to tell ME where I sleep? No way, Jose!I am Mama's boy and her Knight in Hairy Armor!
Dad could have asked nicely, but not in THAT tone. "Neville, off! Down! Neville, get off the bed! NEVILLE, NOW!"
Yadda, yadda, yadda... Talk to the paw, Dude, eh Dad.
I wanted to be with Mama, and when he talked in that tone, I thought he might be rude to her,too. He never has been, but I guess my attitude made me a little to bold.
THEN, Dad started to push me...and that pushed me over the edge.
I snapped...literally. I bit Dad on one finger and made it bleed. I did not know how much I hurt him, but it was clear that Dad was v-e-r-y mad at me.
Thank goodness, Mama was right there. She asked me to move and I did. I don't really know why I bit Dad. I know it was wrong, but he annoyed me and I felt like I had to show him that he could not be so pushy. Mama was very upset with me, too. I waddled into the study and stayed there ALL night.
Today I kept away from Dad all day long and was reluctant to go to close to Mama as well, although she was nice to me. Later in the afternoon I finally walked over to Dad and apologized. He accepted! I am still a little shocked about my own behavior, because I am afraid I might do it again. Mama thinks that Lucky injected his herding instinct into me. Whatever that means...
I will have to go to church and pawray that I stay strong. I bet when Dad goes back overseas, Mama will tell me to stay off the bed, so I won't become so protective of my turf. My furever home is sooo good. I live with kittehs, who adore me and another barky step-bro, who plays with me a lot. I want to stay here.
I will not talk back to Dad like that again. No, no. He will be gone for almost a year before I see him again. I want him to love me! I love my Dad A LOT!
Yeah, Dude, I do love ya. Giggle, giggle.
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