Dog Gone

These Corn Teen times have been trying times for all of us - including our dogs, Ellie and Emmie (I didn't name them. Ok - I didn't name Emmie). I guess we didn't know how annoyed they were with all of us being home 24/7: training them; shooing them off the furniture; doing makeovers on them and dressing them up as people; etc. Until last night. Last night they tried to stage a coup d'état - a hostile takeover of the primary leadership role of the family. From me. I mean from Jeana.

It started right around bedtime, when we actually initiate the 45 minute process of getting to bed. Pure chaos, as I believe I have discussed previously or will in the future. But Ellie (the big, surly one...our Spike, as it were) refused to go upstairs. Instead, she led me to the kitchen to have a "chat." Emmie (the "Chester" of the pair), hopped around wildly, obviosly annoying Ellie...which is nothing new.

It turns out that Ellie, in her very short time as a very young puppy in a West Virginia shelter (before she came to us, obviously), had learned Morse code. And I had no idea what she was trying to communicate. But then it just so happens that Sofia understands Morse code - for reasons we may never know (although it is possible they taught it to her in Russia...).

So, as a result of those two unbelievable happenstances, we figured out pretty quickly what they wanted: people food only; permission to be on any bed they choose; and the opportunity to engage anyone and anything they see outside that they consider a threat (which is everything they see outside). .

We had about ten minutes of negotiation before they caved. Jeana got the good treats out of the back of the pantry, causing Emmie to abandon her partner instantly. We put some chicken in Ellie's food and told her to go lie down, which she did. Begrudgingly.

We remain vigilant.