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.
ahhhhh…how can you resist that face!
Oh Tom This made my day!! I would have given in too 🙂
Hilarious. Shhh don’t tell him, but he kinda’ looks like the big guy. LOL
That’s why I’d never have a bulldog. To darn good at that very thing. The worst I have to deal with is Duncan’s “hopefully lurking”
Merry Christmas Tom!
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Very funny! Animals are so much smarter than we are at getting what they want!
This must be why you were always so gracious to co-workers. You have plenty of practice with patience and looking the other way.
Simply adorable dogs- I have checked the one in the pool, Christmas pic, and showing off the darling tartan coats. All totally sweet, darling and all that.