I thought I might say, no feet on the couch. I thought I might say, no feet on the coffee table. I never thought I would say, no feet on Skyfox. It is a daily reminder now a days to leave Skyfox the ^&*#alone. The poor dog has taken a beating the last few months and for all his faults, in which there are many, I have to applaud him for not striking back.
How would you feel if this little creature was constantly putting his feet on you? Also, chasing you around the house, laughing at you while you eat, and yelling your name whenever you are not in the same room, and to top it all off he doesn’t even pronounce your name right, instead of Skyfox he says DiDox?
My new role is Skyfox’s protector. As I try to teach gentle, and nice to Skyfox… I realize that the learning process is slow and once I hear that giggle from across the room I know something bad is about to happen, and it’s always Skyfox that gets hurt. Poor Skyfox. Our first baby, our practice baby as we jokingly refer to him. Your rank in the house has shifted and you are now the dog. We still love you, but there is a new leader of our pack. A new alpha in the house.
I do thank you dear friend for tolerating the loud noises, laughter, tail pulling, and little feet that always end up on your back, as you try to rest on the couch. I also thank you for that extra weight you’ve put on, due to cleaning the kitchen floor after every meal. I do thank you for being our dog for the past 6 years and giving us the confidence that we could do this whole parenting thing.
There are so many pictures to choose from… I think this one from a year ago says it best: Skyfox is thinking, oh no not again