spoiled

It is my own fault and with my head hanging in shame that I admit that my little man, Buggy, is spoiled rotten.  I buy him toys constantly, even though he destroys most of them within minutes.  The ones he doesn't destroy he lovingly kneads and sucks on like a pacifier and it is the single cutest thing I have ever seen.

seriously.

He's snuggly and sweet I would estimate a good 90% of the time.  The other 10%?  Pure brat.  And it's all our fault.  He whines and we give in to whatever he wants.  If he whined like other dogs I shut that down immediately. The problem is his whining is hysterical.  He looks so serious and then these noises come from his belly like nothing I have heard before.

Sunday, I reached a breaking point.  I was sitting on the couch watching the Golden Globes when I was interrupted by a dog who sat and STARED and WHINED at me.  No matter how many times I yelled or scolded or made him go lie down in the corner it wouldn't stop.  I was really doing my best to remain calm when a voice piped in from the other side of the room: "You know he's mad because you're in his spot."  His spot??  His spot??  This is a DOG.  He doesn't get a "spot" on the couch.  I fumed and sulked and raged in my head, and then...

I moved to the other side of the couch (I am going to be an incredible parent.)  I wanted to be mad - I really did.  I wanted to jump online and sign us up for obedience classes and really enforce the no couch rule this time, and make him realize who the boss really is.  And then I looked over and saw this.

(*)

I swear I'll be a better enforcer some day.  Til then, you know who's running the show on Scoville.

*I was doing laundry. We also have protective blankets in an effort to curb the dog hair on the couch, though I am certain Bugsy believes we put them up there to add to his comfort.