This is War
On most nights, the routine goes like this: read to Dimples, check a few e-mails, then travel down the long hall to the living room for my daily dose of The Daily Show.
As soon as I cross over from the Forbidden Section, Wonderbutt (who is usually forlornly sprawled as close to the border as possible) perks up and follows me to the living room. I settle myself into our big old leather chair, and Wonderbutt places himself on the floor directly in front of me, and whimpers a couple of times. When he first started this, I thought he was angling for an invitation to join me on the chair. (Which is silly, because it’s the one piece of furniture on which he has always been allowed.) Under this erroneous assumption, I would pat the space beside me several times. Eventually, he would leap up, and make himself comfortable, sometimes resting his head in my lap, but oftentimes stretching out on his stomach and kicking me squarely in the crotch. Fortunately, I am female, so crotch kicks are not quite detrimental to my health. Also, fortunately, like Wonderbutt, the chair is oversized. With a little manipulation, we both fit on it quite well. In a matter of minutes, I am turning up the television so I can hear Jon Stewart over Wonderbutt’s snores.
One day, I realized that he only demands an invitation when I am on the side of the chair closest to the end table. (Wonderbutt, not Jon Stewart. Jon Stewart is invited to share the chair any time he chooses.) If I am on the other side of the chair, the dog hops right up with no hesitation. I tested out this theory and, sure enough, right side – whimper, left side – immediate leap. So, it seemed that the whimper was not a “Please, may I sit with you?” request, but a “Get the Heck off my side of the chair” rebuke.
Being the troublemaker that I am, I decided that, from now on, I would always sit on the right side. I needed to prove who is boss, after all.
Last night, I finished reading to Dimples and wandered out to the living room, fully prepared to engage in the nightly ritual of “allowing” Wonderbutt to settle on the less desirable side of the chair.
And, there was Wonderbutt, already fully esconced on the chair. Pretty much taking up the entire space, but quite obviously occupying the right side, his declared favorite, with no room for me. His head leaning on the arm rest, and his tongue sticking out in what I’m pretty sure was an “F you” expression when combined with the look in his eyes.
Wonderbutt has no doubt about who’s the boss. It appears that I underestimated my opponent. Again.
Posted on June 14, 2012, in Dogs, Humor, Wonderbutt and tagged bulldog, Daily Show, dogs, humor, Jon Stewart, pet, wonderbutt. Bookmark the permalink. 35 Comments.
I think the only viable vengeance is for you to chew up all the yoga mats before he can get his paws on them.
That’ll show him!
I’m not really sure how my inefficient colon would handle yoga mat foam.
Are you going to let a bulldog beat you? I think not… Looking forward to the next instalment! 🙂
I think I’m starting to lose my competitive edge.
I love wonderbutt, he has attitude why not we all know he is the boss
Shhh! Don’t say that out loud!
yep! He has one definite way of showing you who is boss….His look says ” you just try making me move. I got here first”
I’m not really sure how the Cap’n feels about all of this. That used to be his favorite chair!
My cat does the same thing. But she has claws and teeth so we let her be.
I would completely expect them from a cat. And I wouldn’t argue with her, either.
Oh how I adore this dog!
He may not be as colorful as your birds on the outside, but he definitely has a colorful character!
Love, love, love this grand dog!
He’s starting to develop quite a fan club!
Yep. Dogs are big babies with the mind of an adventurous teenager to me. Gotta get ’em where they live and breath. hehe.
He is definitely in the stubborn teenager stage.
Wonderbutt is outsmarting you every time! 🙂
You just think he is outsmarting, Bassa! This is all part of my very complicated plan to become the boss by letting him think that he is the boss.
Hmm, reverse pyschology 🙂
So that’s a win for the bulldog? I’ll still put money on you in this battle of wits!
Thanks! I think you’re the only one on my side!
Back in the days when we had 5 cats (long story), we used to come into the living room and discover that every seat was occupied by a cat precisely in the centre of each cushion of the sofa, loveseat, and chair. I’m pretty sure it was sarcasm.
That was definitely a conspiracy. I can see the conversation now, “No, Felix. You cannot sit on the couch with us because that would leave the chair empty. Get over there now before the family comes in!”
I’ve been to the Daily Show three times. Just thought I’d share that. lol
You are really intent on driving me batty, aren’t you?
We don’t think you will ever come out on top with sweet Wonderbutt…he is going to stay one step ahead of you every time. Thanks for another great laugh. Hugs and nose kisses
It appears that you side with the majority of my commenters on that!
Well I feel for Wonderbutt because you can sit on any of the furniture but he cant. He knows that and just wants you to understand enough is enough.
You’re my sister! You’re supposed to be on my side.
Ginger gives a big thumb up (well, she dont have a thumb, but close enough!) and says now Wonderbutt needs to plot for total domination of the chair….. first the chair, then the world.. according to Ginger!
Ginger and Wonderbutt are definitely on the same wavelength!
Oh, Wonderbutt! That is exactly what his expression looks like though!
He does look a bit devious there, doesn’t he?
One day he will have you trained!! BOL
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