AKA the dawgs training us. Sheba is getting out of hand. She thinks she can wake us up whenever she wants, we’ll figure out what she wants, and give it to her. Well, she doesn’t wake me up, she knows I’ll tell her to go lay down and maybe give her a whack. But she wakes The Wife up. Ass you recall she hurt herself on the steps taking Sheba out at 1:30 AM. I took Sheba and ditto out around 10, so they both shoulda been fine.
So last night Sheba woke The Wife up (twice I think), and, since she has a bad ankle, The Wife woke me up because “Sheba needs to go out”. I said “Tell that dawg to go lay down, I took them both out last night”. The Wife: “maybe they need water”… OK , so I get up, and check, of course both of their water bowls are full.
I came back to bed, I said “Listen, if Sheba thinks it’s OK to wake you up, she’ll wake you up more and more often. She’s getting de-trained about going outside to use the bathroom, and she’s training you to do what she wants, not vice versa. You need to tell her to shut the hell up and go lay the hell down.”
I think Sheba heard and understood this because she hightailed it out of there and didn’t wake us up again.
The Weekends Here!
We’ll relax! (hallelujah! hallelujah)
And take off our slacks! (hallelujah! hallelujah!)
And sit around the house in our rotten under wearrrrr!