The Pest has decided he should sleep on the sofa during the day. Short sofa, large dog. Rottweiler size body, people sized furniture. The Passive One climbed up on the sofa this morning and boy, did The Pest give him the evil eye and then looked directly at me with a "What are you going to do about it?" glare. And what could I do about it and really be a fair parent?
I said "Off", the dog got off the sofa and I laid down, by myself on the sofa. Occasionally I win. Not often, but occasionally.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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