I have an observation to share.
I’ve mentioned before how Sampson and Delilah must lie on mats while we eat dinner. A typical night starts like this.
Either Hubby or myself brings them into the living room, (yes we eat in front of the tv) and tells them place. If it’s me, I wait patiently while Delilah decides when she will “down.” If Hubby is the one placing her, he stands towering over her, hands on hips demanding that she down. Once both dogs are in the down, we tell them “Stay.”
We go into the kitchen and prepare our plates, we also get some carrots and a couple of biscuits for the dogs. When we get back to the living room, Delilah has moved. She is still near or partially on her mat, but the fact is that she has moved and is no longer where we left her, when put her there and said “Stay!”
We give S & D the two biscuits and sit down to eat our dinner, somewhere after this point Delilah will 1) stand up and stretch, placing her two front feet forward and down while her back end goes up in the air or 2) just stand up and attempt to move. This infuriates Hubby who will glare and point and if necessary tower over her again until she lays back down. Meanwhile I sit there and roll my eyes.
When dinner is done, Hubby will give the release word which in our house is “OK.” Sometimes if we don’t eat fast enough Delilah will whimper, whine or sigh.
This scenario takes place night after night in our house.
Except for last night. Last night Hubby had one of his Christmas parties. He was gone after work and dinner was just me…and the dogs.
Here’s what happened.
When my dinner was ready, I grabbed my dinner, a couple of biscuits and a bag with some small treats in it that I would use instead of carrots. I went into the living room and using the biscuits as the lure, I put Sampson and Delilah in a down position.
I sat down and started eating my dinner. About five minutes into my dinner, Sampson got up and curled up on the couch. A few minutes later Delilah got up and went into her crate. And that’s where they stayed.
For the entire time I was eating, and I took my time.
When I was done, I said “Ok, it’s time for dinner.” I picked up the bag of treats and my dishes and went into the kitchen, where I fed them. I didn’t even use the 2nd set of treats to release them, I just said “Ok, it’s time for dinner.”
When Hubby came home, I told him I thought he was the problem with her. (And really My Inner Bitch was very gleeful, although my Outer Self was very dignified throughout the telling of the story.) The trouble is I don’t know how to fix it. 🙁
So whaddaya think?
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