Sabrina: OK, Marcus. Time for you to walk up and down on his ribs. My licking his ear and sleeping on his feet did nothing. You just meander over there and give him the claws-out routine.
Marcus: That’s easy for you to say, Sabrina. He lies there like a sack of beans, for you. I get up there and do the “Dance of Sudden Death” on his back and I’ll get swatted. Well, OK.
Dad: “What’s up? I was just dreaming of this beautiful big check for a carving commission. Let me sleep. Beautiful check, lots of money. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz.
Sabrina: Great work! Now he rolled over and covered his head with a pillow. It’s time to send in the Heavies.
Marcus: The Dog? But you know how mad he gets when we do that!
Sabrina: Do you want to eat? OHHHHHHHH Max! We gotta get dad up for breakfast!
Max trots in, jumps on the bed, and starts licking and pawing.
Dad: No. No. Don’t send my accounts to the Auditor. I swear they’re …WHAT THE! Get the hell off me, Max! Who opened the door for the dog?
Three innocent faces turn worshipfully to me: “Well being that you are up. already, Can we have food. NOW.
That is a pretty typical start to the day.
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But would you really have it any other way? 😹😺
Maybe a bit less on the bed jumping. But he gets sooo much pleasure out of doing it.
“Yes, I think they really do that, Teddy.”
“We would never do that!”
“You would. Her bed is too high for me to jump on, but YOU would.”
“Is that why she shuts the door?”
Three against one, doesn’t sound like you can win
Just get up, go downstairs and give them breakfast.