I am beside myself with confusion. I distinctly remember my mom saying that Hobo would be kennel trained. I KNOW she said it. I heard her. She even went out and bought a pretty new kennel for him. Heck we even spent several nights having to listen to him whine only to have dad give into his crying and let him out.
I thought we had a good arrangement, he slept on the floor on the pillow and blanket that mom found for him, and I had my spot in the middle of the bed.
I thought we had a good arrangement, he slept on the floor on the pillow and blanket that mom found for him, and I had my spot in the middle of the bed.
Imagine my surprise when I hop into bed Friday night only to find that little fur ball there. In MY bed, okay, well maybe it is mom and dad's bed, but I am always sleeping in it.
I just don't know what I am going to do. First he is always trying to eat my food, then he is always finding my bones that I spend many hours hiding, and I have even put up with the occasional lap time he gets with the parents...but this is just unacceptable.I am not adjusting well to having a little brother at all.
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Hey little buddy, it is going to be ok. All you have to do is establish yourself as the alpha male of the household and then he will be putty in your hands----oooops! I mean paws.
Granny Karen
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