As I was finishing up my last-minute to-do list, Boz (beefy gymnast that he is) was preoccupied with scaling El Capitan kitchen chair, preferring the one cushioned with wool sweaters. I chose to ignore the eye-level interloper as this was inappropriate bulldog behavior.
In a bold move, Boz leaped to bridge the two-foot chasm between chair and table.
When I asked, “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Boz resorted to an old trick. “If I look away, he can’t see me.” (It’s his form of cloaking device.)
With fixed gaze on a plate of buttered toast, the focused whimpering began.
When that failed, Boz resorted to his secret weapon: bullie stare-down and mind-meld. Trouble is, it worked. (Who’s the dog, who’s the master?)
As for Gracie, napping trumps begging, any day.