Having a routine is best for your dog.
They confuse so easily.
The UPS/FedEx/USPS drivers come through and I know that it happens because I hear a low grumble from Our Corner of the living room.
Rack the McNab SuperDog (TM) has gravitated to a specific spot. Right next to My Chair in the living room.
My Chair in an All In The Family sense is where I sit. My Spot. So he sits there, on a pair of foam pads rescued from a long departed Poang chair that is wrapped in a blanket. It's right there at my feet.
We hold discussions, mostly about what I am (constantly) snacking on. Whether he can be involved in what I am doing. Whether he can get what I am snacking on.
I used to have the second Big Green Chair in that corner before. It is moved for now into the middle of the living room because an Ikea Poang Chair just fits my 6'4"/193CM, 220 pound/100KG frame like a glove.
Nobody seems to like these chairs who visit us here. I don't understand why they all have to try them out and then bounce out to the couch or one of the big chairs either, but it works out for me.
This Poang is a new one which means it will probably live another 20 years in this house as My Rocking Chair.
I was at Ikea in Sunrise, FL with a friend who gave me the chair for Xmas because I refused to get out of the floor sample at the store. I guess he got tired of hearing me talk about how comfortable they are "for me".
This particular morning, I sat down in The Other Big Green Chair on the opposite side of the
little table from Our Corner. Using the electric razor I sat back. Rack was on his bed in Our Corner happily grooming his oldest hedgehog toy. It now looks like all the hair has been removed except a patch here and there, and he goes to that one over all the rest.
Our Boy Rack was lost in the Daddy Zone grooming that little hedgehog when I looked over at him. He didn't notice me as I reached over to the poang rocker. I couldn't see what he was up to so I moved it gently.
It was at this point where I confused Rack. I might say freaked him out.
Chairs don't move on their own.
Nobody was in the Poang Rocker.
Dad was in the Big Green Chair.
What was going on?
WHAT WAS GOING ON?!?!?
All that went through his furry black and white mind as every last bit of fur on his body went up on his body and he turned into a Looney Tunes parody of a scared dog.
He immediately forgot about his child, the mostly bald hedgehog. Forgot about his comfort zone. Forgot about being in the little corner with the little dog bed.
He basically ripped tire scrabbling across the floor to get away from my haunted Poang that fits my back and nobody else's.
I had to stop shaving when I had 45 pounds of black and white dog hiding on my other side
from the weird pieces of furniture that moved on their own.
Looking down into those twin brown eyes, I had lasers burning into my soul imploring me to explain why things were moving on their own.
My own laugh was answer enough. He visibly deflated and went off duty to gingerly walk back into his corner.
Laying down on his bed in the corner next to the Haunted Poang, he plastered himself against the far wall in that little space, returning to his old hedgehog and the morning routine.
The moral of the story is if you are going to Rock Your World, make sure your dog knows you are still in it.
They confuse so easily.
The UPS/FedEx/USPS drivers come through and I know that it happens because I hear a low grumble from Our Corner of the living room.
Rack the McNab SuperDog (TM) has gravitated to a specific spot. Right next to My Chair in the living room.
My Chair in an All In The Family sense is where I sit. My Spot. So he sits there, on a pair of foam pads rescued from a long departed Poang chair that is wrapped in a blanket. It's right there at my feet.
We hold discussions, mostly about what I am (constantly) snacking on. Whether he can be involved in what I am doing. Whether he can get what I am snacking on.
I used to have the second Big Green Chair in that corner before. It is moved for now into the middle of the living room because an Ikea Poang Chair just fits my 6'4"/193CM, 220 pound/100KG frame like a glove.
Nobody seems to like these chairs who visit us here. I don't understand why they all have to try them out and then bounce out to the couch or one of the big chairs either, but it works out for me.
This Poang is a new one which means it will probably live another 20 years in this house as My Rocking Chair.
I was at Ikea in Sunrise, FL with a friend who gave me the chair for Xmas because I refused to get out of the floor sample at the store. I guess he got tired of hearing me talk about how comfortable they are "for me".
This particular morning, I sat down in The Other Big Green Chair on the opposite side of the
Our Boy Rack was lost in the Daddy Zone grooming that little hedgehog when I looked over at him. He didn't notice me as I reached over to the poang rocker. I couldn't see what he was up to so I moved it gently.
It was at this point where I confused Rack. I might say freaked him out.
Chairs don't move on their own.
Nobody was in the Poang Rocker.
Dad was in the Big Green Chair.
What was going on?
WHAT WAS GOING ON?!?!?
All that went through his furry black and white mind as every last bit of fur on his body went up on his body and he turned into a Looney Tunes parody of a scared dog.
He immediately forgot about his child, the mostly bald hedgehog. Forgot about his comfort zone. Forgot about being in the little corner with the little dog bed.
He basically ripped tire scrabbling across the floor to get away from my haunted Poang that fits my back and nobody else's.
I had to stop shaving when I had 45 pounds of black and white dog hiding on my other side
Looking down into those twin brown eyes, I had lasers burning into my soul imploring me to explain why things were moving on their own.
My own laugh was answer enough. He visibly deflated and went off duty to gingerly walk back into his corner.
Laying down on his bed in the corner next to the Haunted Poang, he plastered himself against the far wall in that little space, returning to his old hedgehog and the morning routine.
The moral of the story is if you are going to Rock Your World, make sure your dog knows you are still in it.
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