So tonight I was
feeding my addiction playing a few games of Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. At the beginning of each game, a voice says, "One minute. GO." I responded to the voice, saying "Don't tell me what to do, guy." Carly was sitting by me looking at a book and heard the exchange. She piped up with, "yeah, you can't tell her what to do. She's the boss here."
Wow... she actually admitted it! Yeah me!
Of course she then amended that statement to say "Mommy and *I* are the bosses here." Not so much, but funny anyhow.
The best was the other day... First the quote from Rebecca:
"You know, it's not all about you on top of her."
Before you start wondering what kind of house we're running here, I will explain. Bailey, our older, larger, male dog, wants very much to be the alpha dog in our house. Unfortunately for him our other dog, Trixie, was a breeding dog in a puppy mill for about five years before she was rescued. Because of this, she doesn't really know how to be a dog most of the time. This even extends to pack rules. For example, if Bailey is eating or drinking from the communal bowls and and she wants to eat or drink, she will just come up to the bowls, and slide in under his head. He doesn't contest her movements, instead like a gentleman he lets her in, but it bothers him. Also, when they receive treats, he will usually bite his in half and eat the pieces that way. Trixie has been known to run up and take the half treat that is on the floor, having already gobbled her treat. Poor Bay is left standing there kind of stunned.
But he tries to be dominant, by mounting her at various times throughout the day, especially in the kitchen. Rebecca was getting something in the kitchen and found her path blocked by Bailey and his attempt to attain alpha status. Her comment was not heeded by Bailey, but Jim and I fell over ourselves laughing.
Never a dull moment around here.