So I'm home Friday night and I collapse on the couch to watch a bit of TV. Lagniappe of course, not having had to work all day, wants to play. He rushes in at me and I fend him off with a foot to his dog chest, pushing him back. He comes at me again and I intercept him with my foot again and shove him back once more. His paws skitter on the hardwood as he slides back, then reverses direction and charges me again. This is obviously fun for him, and I spend the next minute or so blocking repeated charges of the Shepherd Brigade as he continues trying to rush me.
Suddenly something on the TV catches my eye and I call "Time Out!"
Now Time Out means Time Out. No more rushes, no sneak attacks, no hurled toys...we're done for a minute. These are the established rules and Lagniappe knows them very well.
However this time he apparently decides that he's having too much fun to bother with the rules, for as I turn my attention to the TV, he dives in, bites me lightly on the arm as if to let me know that he's just won the point, then he scampers off into the other room and out of reach, no doubt snickering the whole way.
Damn dog. Next time I feel the need for a pet I'm just getting a goldfish.
lol. I'm sorry...I couldn't help but chuckle. Kira does the same freakin' thing when I tell her "All done!" That is our "time out" from rough play or whatever. But she still likes to try to get in one last nip before she tucks tail and scampers off with that "haha! you can't catch me" look on her face. Dogs....
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